417 Quotes by Victoria Schwab

I live in a world where shadows have teeth. It’s not a particularly relaxing environment.

Sounds – the stretched-out, far-off kind – drift through the halls, and I close my eyes, trying to break them down.

We are the darkest acts made light.

Mourning was its own kind of music – the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together.

As she taped up her latest cuts, she wondered if, somewhere, there was a version of herself having fun. Feet up on the back of a theater seat while movie monsters slunk out of the shadows, and people in the audience screamed because it was fun to be afraid when you knew you were safe.

He dreamed of her hand tangling in his, a pulse of power twining them together. He dreamed of them racing through foreign streets, not the London ones they’d navigated, but crooks and bends in places he’d never been, and ones he might never see. But there she was, at his side, pulling him toward freedom.

There’s a beauty in it, don’t you think? A kind of poetry. What happens when the effect kills the cause?

No one suffers as beautifully as you.

He was dressed in clothes that had clearly never seen the sea. A dark blue suit, accented by a silver cloak, his rich brown hair groomed and threaded with gems to match. A single sapphire sparkled over his right eye. Those eyes, like night lilies caught in moonlight. He used to smell like them, too. Now he smelled like sea breeze and spice, and other things Rhy could not place, from lands he’d never seen.