Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

The fact was, I didn't know if I was built for happy endings.

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.

They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know." "Sometimes I wish I had," I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too.

People don't change who they are. They only change what they do with it.

She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

The boy had my wolf's eyes.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

Your hair is all funky in the morning.

Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said. "I'll find you one

You're getting your weird all over me.

holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.

Once upon a time I would’ve leaped at the rare opportunity of curling up with Mom on the couch. But now it sort of felt like too little too late. I had someone else waiting for me.

No, you have to talk first. You wanted to talk. It means you say something and I respond and you talk back again. It's one of the human race's most shining achievements. It's called a conversation.

Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.

The Boy should watch where he’s going,” she said. “Rachel should not manifest in doorways,” I replied.

Do you know how to wrap a leg?" "I was born wrapping legs," I say stiffly, because I'm insulted. "Must've been a challenging delivery," Sean notes.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.

you wanted saving didn't you?

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sun

we're watchers of this world aren't we? not players

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.

The room went dark and, after a moment, Grace whispered that she loved me, sounding a little sad. I wrapped my arms tightly around her shoulders, sorry that loving me was such a complicated thing.

Sam did smile then, and said softly, "Hey Angel.

I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.

I didn't want normal until I didn't have it anymore

Strange what love taught you about your faults.

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

here we were again , always saying good-bye

Gift of time in me enclosed the future suddenly exposed

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.

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

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

What do you eat?" "Baby bunnies." She narrowed her eyes, so I grinned and said, "Adult bunnies, too. I'm an equal-opportunity bunny-eater.

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.

Really, Rachel looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in a parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

There was no other sound in the world like a car crash.

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.