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  • #1
    Victoria Schwab
    “A dreamer,” scorns her mother.

    “A dreamer,” mourns her father.

    “A dreamer,” warns Estele.

    Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #2
    Victoria Schwab
    “What she needs are stories.
    Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.
    Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
    Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #3
    Victoria Schwab
    “Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #4
    Victoria Schwab
    “...it is sad, of course, to forget.
    But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.
    To remember when no one else does.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #5
    V.E. Schwab
    “What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #6
    Victoria Schwab
    “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #7
    Victoria Schwab
    “Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #8
    Victoria Schwab
    “There is a defiance in being a dreamer”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #9
    Victoria Schwab
    “Nothing is all good or all bad,” she says. “Life is so much messier than that.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #10
    Victoria Schwab
    “Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #11
    Victoria Schwab
    Don't you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke?
    Darling, he'd said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #12
    Victoria Schwab
    “But this is how you walk to the end of the world. This is how you live forever. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #13
    Victoria Schwab
    “His heart has a draft. It lets in light. It lets in storms. It lets in everything.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #14
    Victoria Schwab
    “But a life without art, without wonder, without beautiful things—she would go mad. She has gone mad.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #15
    Victoria Schwab
    “You know,” she’d said, “they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique, but I think they’re more like skies. Some are cloudy, some are stormy, some are clear, but no two are ever quite the same.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #16
    Victoria Schwab
    “And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it.
    Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?
    Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?
    And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says 'Always.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #17
    Victoria Schwab
    “Do not mistake this kindness. I simply want to be the one who breaks you.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #18
    Victoria Schwab
    “Humans are so ill-equipped for peace.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #19
    Sally Rooney
    “Was I kind to others? It was hard to nail down an answer. I worried that if I did turn out to have a personality, it would be one of the unkind ones. Did I only worry about this question because as a woman I felt required to put the needs of others before my own? Was “kindness” just another term for submission in the face of conflict? These were the kind of things I wrote about in my diary as a teenager: as a feminist I have the right not to love anyone.”
    Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends



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