“It becomes a game, whispered and breathless. "I hide who I am." "I fight with the dead." "I lie to the living."… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The shared secret of our second lives hangs between us, not like a weight, but like a lifeline.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Everything about Wesley Ayers is messy. My three worlds are kept apart by walls and doors and locks, and yet here he… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“What if I mess up?" "Oh, you will. You'll mess up, you'll make mistakes, you'll break things. Some you'll be able to… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Everyone insists [motherhood] is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't always scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“It was a game she sometimes played, ever since she learned about the theory of infinite parallels, the idea that a person's… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Caring about someone is scary, Mac. I know. Especially when you’ve lost people. It’s easy to think it’s not worth it. It’s… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I spent a long time playing that game,” she said. “Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I don’t know who I am, and who I’m not, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, and I miss who… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope to… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The dead are silent, and objects, when they hold impressions, are quiet until you reach through them. But the touch of living… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances,… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I am blotting out pieces of my life. I am blotting out everything but this. But him. I exhale as he brushes… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I want to be oblivious to the hurt written on her face. I want to be selfish and young and normal. M… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Victor wondered about lots of things. He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“The dead are silent, and objects, when they hold impressions, are quiet until you reach through them. But the touch of living is loud.… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“People are made up of so many small details. Some—like the smell of cookies baking—we can recreate. Or at least try.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“I suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“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… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“What a mess. Truths are messy and lies are messy, and I don’t care what Da said, it’s impossible to cut a person into… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Let them think you a demon or a god,” she said. “Let them fear you. It does not matter.” “It matters a great deal… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“What do schools do that for?” he grumbles. “What’s the point of summer if they give you homework?” “Exactly!” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“But there was something else, too, a strange excitement at the idea of playing normal, and every time he tried to untangle how he… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
![“Everyone insists [motherhood] is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape her life must take. That her beauty is something she is expected to pass on instead of keep. That anything she makes will thrive while she is left to wither.” quote by Victoria Schwab](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/74b/victoria-schwab-1505_childfree_everyone-insists-motherhood-is-her-purpo_2370991.jpg)
