1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

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.

Oh, filmmakers, please don’t take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.

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

His noble and oblivious and optimistic friend was slowly opening his eyes and seeing the world for what it was, and it was filthy, and violent, and profane, and unfair. Adam.

Sam,? the girl said. ‘Sam.’ She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.

I whisper like the sea in the horse’s ear.

So, pop quiz, Mr. Parrish. Three things that appear in the vicinity of ley lines?” “Black dogs,” Adam said indulgently. “Demonic presences.” “Camaros,” Ronan inserted.

Was that what life did to them all? Chiseled them into harder, truer versions of themselves?