417 Quotes by Victoria Schwab

He wasn't made of flesh and bone, or starlight.He was made of darkness.

I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.

Isn't it strange? It's like after they die, you're only allowed to remember the good. But no one's all good.

My birthday is in late March, right at that place when the seasons run together. When the sun is warm but the wind is cold, and trees are starting to blossom but the ground hasn’t quite thawed. Mom likes to say I was born with one foot in winter and the other in spring. That’s why I can’t sit still, and why (according to her) I’m always searching for trouble—because I don’t belong to one place.

Sydney's arms were beginning to ache from lifting the shovel, but for the first time in a year, she wasn't cold. Her cheeks burned, and she was sweating through her coat, and she felt alive. As far as she was concerned, that was the only good thing about digging up a corpse.

I don’t know who I am, and who I’m not, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, and I miss who I was; I miss it every day, Kate, but there’s no place for that August anymore. No place for the version of me who wanted to go to school, and have a life, and feel human, because this world doesn’t need that August. It needs someone else.

I'd rather be able to see the truth than live a lie.

The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.

Can't rush art.