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Brace yourselves for an exhilarating journey into the enchanting universe of ‘The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.’ We’ve sifted through the pages to bring you over 50 quotes that capture the essence of this captivating novel. Whether you’re a devoted follower of V.E. Schwab’s genius or just stumbling upon Addie’s story, these carefully chosen lines will transport you through time and tug at your emotions. So, fasten your seatbelts (well, metaphorically), and let’s embark on this literary adventure!
The Invisible Life of Addie Larue Quotes
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.
Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.
That time always ends a second before you’re ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.
What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?
Medicine, law, business, engineering. These are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love! These are what we stay alive for.
But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.
The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful.
There is the awkward silence that fills the space between people who don’t know what to say. And the taut silence that falls over those who do, but don’t know where or how to start.
Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.
Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.
There is a defiance in being a dreamer
Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end… everyone wants to be remembered.
Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.
Nothing is all good or all bad
Take a drink every time you hear you’re not enough
You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real.
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.
It is just a storm, but there is always another waiting in its wake.
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.
That time always ends a second before you’re ready.
Humans are so ill-equipped for peace.
You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.
Never pray to the gods that answer after dark.
Live long enough, and you learn how to read a person. To ease them open like a book, some passages underlined and others hidden between the lines.
But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.
Take your echoes and pretend they are a voice.
Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end, everyone wants to be remembered.
The day passes like a sentence. The sun falls like the scythe.
Spells are for witches, and witches are too often burned.
Art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They’re like weeds, always finding their way up.
And perhaps it is just that happiness is frightening.
Easy to stay on the path when the road is straight and the steps are numbered.
The rise isn’t worth the fall.
By the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing not to do a hundred other things.
You can’t make people love you, hence if it’s not a choice, it isn’t real.
How strange, the winding way a dream comes true.
Teaching is an extension of learning, a way to be a perpetual student.
Everyone thinks photography is truth, but it’s just a very convincing lie.
The nicest days are always the ones we don’t plan.
A woman must take responsibility for her own education, for no man truly will.
Greatness requires sacrifice. Who you sacrifice to matters less than what you sacrifice for.
It can’t just be about the other person. You have to be someone, too. You have to know who you are.
The sun is out, fighting for warmth, but shade still belongs to winter.
Rather be a storykeeper than a storyteller.
Only you would arrive early to your own death.
Date. A date is something made, something planned; not a chance of opportunity, but time set aside at one point for another, a moment in the future.
Humans are capable of such wondrous things. Of cruelty, and war, but also art and invention.
Belief is a bit like gravity. Enough people believe a thing, and it becomes as solid as the ground beneath your feet.
A breeze trickles through the air, carrying as much relief as a dryer vent.
Memories are stiff, but thoughts are freer things. They throw out roots, they spread and tangle, and come untethered from their source.
Heaven is a nice spot in the shade, a broad tree over my bones.
But when you live long enough, even madness ends.
He may be a sun, but she is a shining comet, dragging their focus like burning meteors in her wake.
The darkness plays its own game,”. “It makes its own rules,’. “And you have lost.
No one is ever ready to die. Even when they think they are.
Perhaps an enemy’s company is still better than none.
Less a man than a collection of features, drawn by a careful hand.
But ideas are so much wilder than memories, so much faster to take root.
There’s too much space to think. There’s not enough to breathe.