233 Quotes by V.E. Schwab

Whatever I am, let it be enough.

We can't all turn blood and whispers into weapons.

Delilah Bard—always a thief, recently a magician, and one day, hopefully, a pirate—was running as fast as she could.

There are many shadows in the night.

Lila. A soft name but she used it like a knife, slashing out the first syllable, the second barely a whisper of metal through air.

Lila was nineteen. Nineteen, and every one of the years felt carved into her.

Adeline has decided she would rather be a tree, like Estele. If she must grow roots, she would rather be left to flourish wild instead of pruned, would rather stand alone, allowed to grow beneath the open sky.

A secret kept. A record made. The first mark she left upon the world, long before she knew the truth, that ideas are so much wilder than memories, that they long and look for ways of taking root.

I saw an Elephant, in Paris.