1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

Blue was so tired of compromises. She was tired of sensible.

Her heart tethered itself.

Two more tears had queued up, but when she blinked, they remained in her eyes. Shining little lakes.

Blue's heart burst with how big it was, this moment, and no other.

Sometimes it wasn’t about saving yourself, it was about holding out for long enough until someone else could save you.

The two of them were on perpendicular paths, not parallel ones, and eventually, they'd have to go different ways.

During the night she had told me, 'I feel old. I miss being young.' She curled her arms over her chest, looking already like all the dead Papillons I hade seen littering the grass beneath the sycamores on campus. Unlike any of the other Papillons, though, she was in my apartment, curled in my lap. I missed being young too. Only I had thousands of days to go.

He asked it so quietly that the words came out gravelly, like a violin played too softly.

I went back inside the m-flat. I needed to study. Not for the degree. Screw the degree. I was going to make it rain.