1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

I’m not asking him to stay, Ronan thought. Only to come back.

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.

I had this feeling that he and I, in this moment, were a car crash, and instead of putting on the brakes, I was hitting the accelerator.

He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was, and he made a mental note to tell her that very thing, if she didn’t drown getting whatever the second thing was.

Mornings like this one were made for memories.

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne’er more again will I sing this song Ne’er more will I hear the harp.

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.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting – the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace’s name.

Right, sure. Because there’s no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-.