Quotes by Victoria Schwab

Magda looks at me as if Ive gone mad. Or Ive grown up. Its kind of the same thing.

A person chose their path. Or they made a new one.

August stared at her, aghast. Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson.She stared at him, agape. August, was that sarcasm?

Be lost. Give up. Give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.

Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I’m not afraid to die,” you say with a wan smile. “I just hope I’m smart enough to stay dead.

Thats how he saw climbing, a physical exercise in positive and negative space. The vast expanse of white drawing the small, person-shaped speck into sharp relief.

Properly buried.Properly kept.That is the way with witches.And with all things.

Well, I ask, leaning over him, do you wish to stay?I do.And why is that, Cole? I say, tipping toward him so that our noses nearly brush.Well, he says with a smile, the weathers quite nice.

Every weakness is a place to slide a knife.

If Veritys sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperitys were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.

Lying is easy. But it’s lonely.

There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.

“He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).”