1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue's head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.

One thousand ways to say goodbyeOne thousands way to cryOne thousands ways to hang your hatbefore you go outsideI say goodbye goodbye goodbyeI shout it so loudCause the next time that i find my voiceI mught not remember how

It's the stuff between stars, the space between roots, the thing that makes electricity get up in the morning. It fucking hates us

Magic,” says Holly. “Is a snaffle bit magic?” I ask him. “All I know is that when I whisper to dirt, my conversations are less than meaningful.

At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.

Magic is horror. Horror is magic.

None of us are really alone as long as we're lonely.

Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, he'd forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasn't just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.

Adam stopped by one of the beasts near the front; its shoulder was taller than him, its great skull even higher, and above it all spread a set of antlers that seemed massive in comparison even to the giant skeleton. It was beautiful.