Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

But I'm not dead, " Blue pointed out."BUT YOU ARE PRETTY SHORT.

He keeps getting older while I'm not paying attention.

This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby, ” Calla said.

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not.

Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage.

His quest was a wolf, and it starved. - Gansey

The Gray Man hated his current rental car. He got the distinct impression it hadn't been handled enough by humans when it was young, and now it would never be pleasant to be around.

Today, Blue thought, is the day I stop listening to the future and start living it instead.

A realization that even if you had discovered the future, it really didn't change how you lived in the present. They were truth, but they weren't all the truth.

The future was getting here faster than I'd expected.

They didn't need the words, if they were willing to be silent long enough to learn to speak without them.

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

I take it we're friends now, " Henry said. "We must be, " Gansey replied. "Jane says it should be so.""It should be so, " Blue agreed.

Violence was a disease Gansey didn't think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.

Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?

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

He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.

I had spent so much of life being afraid or living the memory of being afraid.

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

Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, he'd forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasn't just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.

Gansey always thought that, after dark, it felt like anything could happen. At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.

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

So many of the world's problems, he mused, were solved by sheer human decency.

I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.

(Malory, unhopeful: "I don't suppose you have any tea?" Jesse: "DO YOU WANT EARL GREY OR DARJEELING?" Malory: "Oh, sweet heavens!")

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things.I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

You're not going to die, " I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

We were miles away from our real lives.

I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye

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

Forever?"Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie."Longer.

I don't believe in raw evil." Noah said, "It doesn't care if you believe in it

No one was meant to see hell before they got there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

It wasn't that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.

Is that all?" she whispered.Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.

He was every angel and every devil.

I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam.

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

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.

Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.

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

The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.

I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I'm thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.

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

Please just tell me where you are.His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough.Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.

It’s not about fancy literary prizes. It’s not about seeming impenetrable or smart or high fallutin. I’m not trying to impress anyone. I am trying to make you feel a story, that’s all.

When you're tired, sleep. Don't watch stupid tv or play games on your phone. Sleep, and then get up early, and do the stuff you hope you'll be known for after you die.

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