Maggie Stiefvater Quotes
While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.
All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.
'We have to be back in three hours,' Ronan said. 'I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again.' 'This,' Gansey replied, 'is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.'
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.
I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.
When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.
You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn't know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.
Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.
Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.
Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.
There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.
I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.
I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.
She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.
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.
People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.
He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.
I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.
If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.
Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.
I grew up with boys of all kinds - I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.
It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy
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.
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.
Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.
I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.
Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.
As you learn who you are, you can better surround yourself with friends who make you a better person, and that sometimes only happens when you disassemble old relationships.