1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

It wasn't that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.

Why are we here?" he asked."Wrong devil," Adam replied quietly.

As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.

Ela reconheceu a estranha felicidade que vinha de amar algo sem saber por quê, aquela estranha felicidade que às vezes era tão grande que parecia tristeza.

Gansey era apenas um cara com um monte de coisas e um buraco dentro dele que mastigava um pedaço a mais de seu coração a cada ano.

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.

His presence, so strange and wonderful, seemed to fill the room and press against me. I didn't think I'd ever sleep again.

Oh and night, the night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces