Quotes by Victoria Schwab

What if I mess up?Oh, you will. Youll mess up, youll make mistakes, youll break things. Some youll be able to piece together, and others youll lose. Thats all a given. But theres only one thing you have to do for me.Whats that?Stay alive long enough to mess up again.

You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesnt matter if youre monster or human. Living hurts.

She cracked a smile. So whats your poison He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. Life. Ah, she said ruefully. Thatll kill you.

People were messy. They were defined not only by what theyd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse.And for better.It wasnt easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.

I’ve been thinking.” “A dangerous pursuit.” “Indeed.

What are you? she asked. A monster, said Kell hoarsely. Youd better let me go. The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. Monsters dont faint in the presence of ladies. Ladies dont dress like men and pick pockets, retorted Kell. Her smile only sharpened. What are you really? Tied to your bed, said Kell matter-of-factly. And? His brow furrowed. And in trouble.

Lying is easy. But its lonely.What do you mean?When you lie to everyone about everything, whats left? Whats true?Nothing, I say.Exactly.

I am Sunai,” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.

Da used to say that lies were easy, but trust was hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time its lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back.

I am a man, not a movement,” he said. “But if a movement is what it takes to end this war, then I will play my part.

I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

Yeah, I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights,” she said, shimmying along the edge.“Not heights,” he murmured. “Just falling.

He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up.

He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommates face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the others skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.

Sing you a song and steal your soul.

His gaze settles on the discarded book. He leans, reaching until his fingertips graze Dantes Inferno, still on its bed of folded sheets. What have we here? he asks.Required reading, I say.Its a shame they do that, he says, thumbing through the pages. Requirement ruins even the best of books.

Listen to me,” he said, pulling off his coat. “You need to stay awake.”She almost laughed, a shallow chuckle cut short by pain.He tore the lining from the Colton jacket. “What’s so funny?”“You’re a really shitty monster, August Flynn.

Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?

You really are like him, your father.I cant tell whether you think thats good or bad.What does it matter? Its simply true.