417 Quotes by Victoria Schwab

When people see tears, they stop listening to your hands or your words or anything else you have to say. And it doesn’t matter if the tears are angry or sad, frightened or frustrated. All they see is a girl crying.

Rule one,” she said, forcing her voice even, light. “Don’t make friends. It never ends well.” Riley rolled a soda can between his palms. “But doesn’t it get lonely?” Kate smiled. It was so easy when you could lie. “No.

It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends.

Politics is a dance until the moment it becomes a war. And we control the music.

Things only hurt because I’m still alive to feel them.

There should be four of us. Mom, Dad, Ben, me. But there’s not. Da’s been dead for four years, but it hasn’t even been a year since Ben died. A year of words no one can say because they call up images no one can bear. The silliest things shatter you. A T-shirt discovered behind the washing machine. A toy that rolled under a cabinet in the garage, forgotten until someone drops something and goes to fetch it, and suddenly they’re on the concrete floor sobbing into a dusty baseball mitt.

Victor didn’t know what to say, so he said the most useless word in the world. “Sorry.

Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy. Sympathy leads to hesitation. Hesitation will get you killed.

If you mean a few little things – the exact sound of his voice, the shade of his hair, then okay, yeah. You’re going to forget. But Ben isn’t those things, you know? He’s your brother. He’s made up of every moment in his life. You’ll never forget all of that.