Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver Quotes

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

The world needs more love at first sight.

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history? ...He could have a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they're twenty-eight.

One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

For some reason, Beck's unexpected kindness was hard to bear - it made tears prick my eyes where Jack's threats hadn't.

I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.

My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand.

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

Please open please if there's any justice in this world.

You're my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

Crashing into the trembling voidStretching my hand to youLosing myself to frigid regretIs this fragile loveA wayTo sayGood-bye

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I couldn't think of anything that didn't sound trivial, so I just nodded.