A person chose their path. Or they made a new one.

— Victoria Schwab

August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson." She stared at him, agape. "August, was that sarcasm?

— Victoria Schwab

Be lost. Give up. Give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. Be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.

— Victoria Schwab

But the fact is, dreams catch us with our armor off.

— Victoria Schwab

Cole steps forward, his fingers reaching around my shoulders, and kisses me. It is sudden and smooth and soft as air against my lips. The wind whips around us, tugging at the fabric of our clothes, but not pulling us apart. And then it's gone, the cool pressure against my lips, and my eyes are open and looking into two gray eyes like river rocks."/That's/ what you wanted to show me?"" No," he says, his fingers slipping down my arms as he leads me off the path and out, away from Near. "That was just in case.

— Victoria Schwab

Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights,” she said, shimmying along the edge.“Not heights,” he murmured. “Just falling.

— Victoria Schwab

Doubt is like a current you have to swim against, one that saps your strength.

— Victoria Schwab

Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?

— Victoria Schwab

Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair. Even if he could never be human. He wanted the chance to matter. He wanted to live.

— Victoria Schwab

Everything hurts. I don't know how to make it stop. It hurts when I breathe. It hurts when I think. I feel like I'm drowning, and it's my fault, and I don't know how to be okay. I don't know if I CAN be okay. Furthermore, I don't know if I should be allowed to be okay.

— Victoria Schwab