417 Quotes by Victoria Schwab

I like to think there’s a special place in hell for girls who feed their little sisters to wolves.

Silver linings, kids. I’m full of them.

You make it worth the pain. You don’t let go.

I can’t protect this world and care about it.” Kate met his gaze. “That’s the only way to do it.” He folded forward. “I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because it hurts too much.” He shuddered. “Every day, every loss, it hurts.

The trees all whisper, leaves gossiping. The stones are heavy thinkers, the sullen silent types. He used to make up stories for everything in nature, giving it all voices, lives. If the moor wind ever sings, you mustn’t listen, not with all of your ears. Use only the edges. Listen the way you’d look out the corners of your eyes. The wind is lonely, love, and always looking for company.

Some things don’t need to be said to be known.

Don’t let looks fool you, Cass. Paris is brimming with ghost stories.

It had taken a maddening amount of time to retrieve all the pieces, and even when he thought the task was done, he would still catch the glint of glass hours, days, weeks later. The monsters of Verity were like that jar.

But to August, that fear was the shadow in his life, the monster he could fight but never kill, the reason he had wanted so badly not to feel.