233 Quotes by V.E. Schwab

Her face has waned a little with every child, each birth stealing a little more of her life.

The masses must pay for the choices of a few.

Sailors had a way of snatching words up like coins. Pocketing them for later.

You are the art.

They were alone, the captain and the sleeping prince.

This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people.Some would say he moved in silence, with only the gentle clang of his golden-armored steps echoing like distant bells through the silent street.Some would say he spoke, that even in the far-off darkness, the sleeping heard him whisper, over and over, "You are not alone.

People were messy. They were defined not only by what they’d 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.

I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.”“I apologize for shooting you in the leg.” said Lila. “I was myself entirely.

Walking away had been easy.Not looking back was harder.