August Flynn Quotes

“I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain."
"How?"
"By not letting go," she said softly. "By holding on, to anger, to hope, or whatever it is that keeps you fighting."
You, he thought.”
― V.E. Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“Mourning was its own kind of music—the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“I’m willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“I spent a long time playing that game,” she said. “Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of me got to live, and be happy, even if I didn’t, and you know what? It’s lonely as hell. Maybe there are other versions, other lives, but this one’s ours. It’s all we’ve got.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“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 I was; I miss it every day, Kate, but there’s no place for that August anymore. No place for the version of me who wanted to go to school, and have a life, and feel human, because this world doesn’t need that August. It needs someone else.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“Monsters,” he said slowly, “all want the same thing: to feed. They are united by that common goal, while you are all divided by your morals and your pride. What do I think? I think that if you cannot come together, you cannot win.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“Sight is an important thing, August. Without it, our minds invent, and the things they invent are almost always worse than the truth. It’s important that they see us. See you. It’s important that they know you’re on their side.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar—
Everyone groaned, including August.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“And the memory of stardust and open fields, of bleachers and black-and-white cats and apples in the woods, of tally marks and music, of running and burning, and the desperate, hopeless desire to feel human.”
― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet

“the noise of the city like music around him, full harmony and dissonance, rhythm and clash. It was layered and layered until the melody tipped into discord, the wonder turning to distress.”
― V.E Schwab