Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

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.

...she made her home in between the pages of books.

How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?

Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.

I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.

My good mood felt like an endangered species.

whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!

It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.

My most memorable adventure was investigating the chalk cliffs in Yorkshire. While clambering over kelp-covered boulders half-covered by the sea, I fell and smashed my tail bone on one of them.

He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places - striding. Walking was for ordinary people.

How long?" His smile was amazingly sweet. "The longest." For ever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.

I never taught him to break him thumb." "That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent." "Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

Blue tried not to look at Gansey's boat shoes; she felt better about him as a person if she pretended he wasn't wearing them.

names are a way to keep people in your mind

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.

I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you've relinquished your ability to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It's not an option.

It's a hard thing to hold a civil conversation after recalling that one party has used a Taser on the other, so both of them finished the walk in silence.

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.

I didn't know," I start truthfully, "that it was the hard way when I started on it.

I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger

I’m not looking for self-control.

Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn't the same as avoiding your entire life by becoming a wolf.

You're the nicest boy ever,", I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. "You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around.

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

you're like a siren, leading me into dangerous places

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

a life is measured by moments like these

It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

Imagine my delight and awe when I discovered such a thing was a real genre - contemporary fantasy or urban fantasy. It was like having my birthday twice in one week and cookie dough for breakfast.

Books are more real when you read them outside.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

I always wanted an eccentric daughter . I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.

Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.

sensitive," I tried. Sam translated, "squishy." "creative." "Dangerously Emo." "thoughtful." Feng shui.

This object that we hold in our hands, a book... that tactile pleasure, it's just not going to go away.

The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.

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

I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

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.