1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

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

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

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

I'm not afraid of you," she said.She didn't look afraid of me. She looked beautiful, moonlit, tempting, smelling of peppermint and soap and skin. I'd spent eleven years watching the rest of my pack become animals, pushing down my instincts, controlling myself, fighting to stay human, fighting to do the right thing.As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Can you tell me it's only the wolf in you that wants to kiss me?"All of me wanted to kiss her hard enough to make me disappear.

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.

Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well.""And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased. Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

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