Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.

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.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.

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.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, "That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

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!

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.

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

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

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

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

Reality's what other people dream for you.

Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

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

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.

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.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.

One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low.

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.

Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for the dead

Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverse you're giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you're letting go of me you're letting go

Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

Death smells like birthday cake.

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt

You needn't tell a bird it's a bird. Or remind a fish of its purpose. It's only us who lose our way. We have names because we must. - from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

It's very ugly' I said generously. 'But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.