1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

What care is it of yours,” Gansey asked, “what I think of Orla?”Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None at all.”And it was a lie.It should not have been, but it was, and Gansey, who prized honesty above nearly every other thing, knew it when he heard it. Blue Sargent cared whether or not he was interested in Orla. She cared a lot. As she whirled toward the truck with a dismissive shake of her head, he felt a dirty sort of thrill.

Then Gansey said, very slowly, “Ronan, you’re never going to talk to Jane like that again.”Both Adam and Blue stared at Gansey, who concentrated his gaze on his napkin. It wasn’t what he said but how he looked at no one when he said it that made the moment strange.

Gansey blinked, slower. The take-out dinner smell had gone away and all that remained was the heavy, pleasant smell of growing things. That, and Blue’s voice on the other end of the phone.

The bruises he'd come to school with. Who has he ever had to love him? Ever?

There was nothing inherently guilty about the moment except that Gansey burned with guilt and thrill and desire and the nebulous feeling of being truly known. It was on the inside of him, and the inside was all Noah ever really paid attention to.The other boy [Noah] wore a knowing expression."Don't tell the others," Gansey said."I'm dead," Noah replied. "Not stupid."-Page 170

Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale?

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.

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

She had a savage, restless sort of beauty to her; I could imagine her attacking a human, too. But the rest of them? They were silent, beautiful ghosts in the woods.