Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the walls and wiped its mouth afterward on the dresser and curtains. ---Cole

It's like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable - different reactions to the same temperature.

It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper

Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.

"After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." "How long did you wait?" "I haven't stopped."

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.

We don't have time to be sad

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

his voice was centuries old

she waited to change , and i waited to change , and we both wanted what we couldn't have

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

and i was right here , almost right within reach , but still one thousand mile away

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.

It felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.

I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.

I felt like I was watching the transfomation of two people: Victor to wolf, and Cole to someone else. I was the only one here, staying the same.

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl

It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out? Sam: Six years.

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

Eleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.' My thoughts exactly.

Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.

It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.

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.

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

Death smells like birthday cake.

I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.

Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.

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.

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

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

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

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

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

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

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

I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just - wanted.

It was as if I had thought all along I was a complete picture and he had revealed I was a puzzle and had taken me apart and put me back together again.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.