Hello and Welcome. This page is a collection of 20 quotes that I liked and saved while reading The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue book by V. E. Schwab. I hope you will like them too.
By the way, I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader, quotes collector and blogger.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue Quotes
- What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?
- March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring – though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.
- I do not want to marry. I do not want to belong to someone else. I do not want to belong to anyone but myself. I want to be free. Free to live, and to find my own way, to love, or to be alone, but at least it is my choice, and I am so tired of not having choices, so scared of the years rushing past beneath my feet. I do not want to die as I’ve lived, which is no life at all.
- No matter how many times she walks these blocks, no matter how many hours, or days, or years she spends learning the contours of New York, as soon as she turns her back it seems to shift again, reassemble. Buildings go up and come down, businesses open and close, people arrive and depart and the deck shuffles itself again and again and again.
- 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.
- 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.
- My father made the grave mistake of sending me away to school, and the more I read, the more I thought, and the more I thought, the more I knew I had to be in Paris. […] This is where the thinkers are. This is where the dreamers live.
- If you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.
- This is what she loves about a city like New York. It is so full of hidden chambers, infinite doors leading into infinite rooms, and if you have the time, you can find so many of them. Some she’s found by accident, others in the course of this or that adventure. She keeps them tucked away, like slips of paper between the pages of her book.
- A woman must take responsibility for her own education, for no man truly will.
- The nicest days are always the ones we don’t plan.
- There are a hundred kinds of silence. There’s the thick silence of places long sealed shut, and the muffled silence of ears stoppered up. The empty silence of the dead, and the heavy silence of the dying. There is the hollow silence of a man who has stopped praying, and the airy silence of an empty synagogue, and the held-breath silence of someone hiding from themselves. 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.
- History is something you look back on, not something you really feel at the time. In the moment, you’re just … living.
- Everything changes. It is the nature of the world. Nothing stays the same.
- Eighteen is old enough to vote, twenty-one is old enough to drink, but thirty is old enough to make decisions.
- There’s no way to un-know the fact that someone is dying. It eats away all the normal, and leaves something wrong and rotten in its place.
- Listen to me. Life can feel very long sometimes, but in the end, it goes so fast.
- And this, is what a good-bye should be. Not a period, but an ellipsis, a statement trailing off, until someone is there to pick it up. It is a door left open.
- Nothing is all good or all bad. Life is so much messier than that.
- Belief is a bit like gravity. Enough people believe a thing, and it becomes as solid and real as the ground beneath your feet. But when you’re the only one holding on to an idea, a memory, a girl, it’s hard to keep it from floating away.