417 Quotes by Victoria Schwab

His eyes found hers in the dark. They were a storm of blue and grey, at times bright and at others almost colorless. He tipped his head wordlessly in the direction of his chambers, and she followed.

That’s what he told himself, over and over and over until he believed it, because truth wasn’t the same thing as fact. It was personal.

August had never been afraid of dying, for all he thought about it. It bothered him, of course, the idea of being unmade, but his own death was a concept he couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard he tried. But loss – that was a thing that scared him. The loss of those he cared for.

Usually, she’s tucked in the corner of a coffee shop, dreaming up stories.

People are made of so many fragile pieces.

There was difference between the inability to lie and the need to speak the truth.

Scary, how easy it is to forget bad things.

Be careful, parents told their children, be good, or the Corsai will come, but the truth was the Corsai didn’t care if you were careful or good. They swam in darkness and fed on fear, their bodies sick, distended shapes that looked human only if you caught them out of the corner of your eye. And by then, it was usually too late to run.

Lies are easy, but trust is hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time it’s lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back. And doubt, Da warned, is like a current you have to swim against, one that saps your strength.