This Savage Song Book Quote Rp Meme
book by V. E. Schwab - feel free to edit and change pronouns for rp purposes
“He could be the monster if it kept others human.”
“Every weakness exposes flesh,and flesh invites a knife.”
“It was a cruel trick of the universe that he only felt human after doing something monstrous.”
“I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.”
“And she was happy. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames.”
“Why did everyone have to ruin the quiet by asking questions? The truth was a disastrous thing.”
“There would be a time to call the music. Time to summon the souls.”
“Safe. That is a pretty word.”
“Nobody gets to stay the same, little brother.”
“Why are there so many shadows in the world? Shouldn’t there be just as much light?”
“It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends.”
“You don’t spend every day wondering why you exist, but don’t feel real, why you look human, but can’t be. You don’t do everything you can to be a good person only to have it constantly thrown in your face that you’re not a person at all.”
“There are no monsters in the dark.”
“Why would you even want to be human? We’re fragile. We die.”
“The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.”
“You also live. You don’t spend every day wondering why you exist,but don’t feel real, why you look human, but can’t be. You don’t do everything you can to be a good person only to have it constantly thrown in your face that you’re not a person at all.”
“Nobody gets to stay the same.”
“I’d rather be able to see the truth than live a lie.”
“I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.”
“but all cities were icebergs, the real power underneath”
“The beautiful thing about books was that anyone could open them.”
“You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re monster or human. Living hurts.”
“All he knew was that he was a body in search of motion.”
“I am not a monster, that’s what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. He hadn’t found a way to make it true”
“The moment I met you, I knew you were different.”
“Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.”
“He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this life,”
“Her world became a heavy beat, a rhythm, an angry voice.”
“There’s a big difference between can’t and won’t.”
“Self-righteous and prone to speaking in third person?”
“He wasn’t made of flesh and bone, or starlight.
He was made of darkness.”
“There was difference between the inability to lie and the need to speak the truth.”
“And she was *happy*. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames.”
“Maybe that’s what you’re made of. Just like us.”
“People are users. It’s a universal truth. Use them, or they’ll use you”
“He felt alive – so alive – but tarnished, his sense screaming and his head a tangle of dark thoughts and feelings and power, and he was drowning and shivering and burning alive”
“No one saw me go. No one thinks to look for someone who’s always there. “
“That’s what he told himself, over and over and over until he believed it, because truth wasn’t the same thing as fact. It was personal.”
“I read somewhere that people are made of stardust.”
“People are users. It’s a universal truth. Use them, or they’ll use you.”
“Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.“Why did everyone have to ruin the quiet by asking questions? The truth was a disastrous thing.”
“You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re monster or human. Living hurts.”
“He’d made the world a little better, or at least, prevented it from getting worse. That was his purpose. That was his point. Someone”
“You were right worst plan ever”.
“Yeah, I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.”
“If she’d learned anything from her father, it was that composure was control. Even if it was just an illusion.”
“Not heights,Just falling.”
“because truth wasn’t the same thing as fact. It was personal.”
“Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
In with gunfire and out with smoke.”
“The truth was a disastrous thing.”
“You’re a really shitty monster,“
“It’s a monster’s world.”
“t was amazing how easy it was to think in straight lines when he was in motion, even without his violin.”
“Even if surviving wasn’t simple, or easy, or fair.
Even if he could never be human.
He wanted the chance to matter.
“Good and bad were weak words. Monsters didn’t care about intentions or ideals. The facts were simple. The South was chaos. The North was order. It was an order bought and paid for with blood and fear, but order all the same.”
“That pendant may protect you from the monsters, but it won’t protect you from me.”
“People are users. It’s a universal truth. Use them, or they’ll use you.”
“She’d seen a documentary once, on cult leaders, and the traits that made them so effective. One of the most important features was a commanding presence. Too many people thought that meant being loud, but in truth, it meant someone who didn’t need to be loud. Someone who could command an audience without ever raising their voice.”
“But there was something else, too, a strange excitement at the idea of playing normal, and every time he tried to untangle how he felt, he just ended up in knots.”
