1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world.I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close.The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness.Too close.I couldn't stay away.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

Reality's what other people dream for you.

Ah, there it was. It took no effort to remember the way he’d looked at her the first moment he realized she was a dream. “I’m a dream,” Jordan said. “I’m not your dream.

Despite Adam's tentative interest in her, the boys seemed to act as a unit, a single, multiheaded entity.

I was surfing the Internet for a different sort of education. I surfed for photos of circus freaks and synonyms for the word intercourse and for answers to why staring at the stars in the evening tore my heart with longing.

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

My head was stuffed full of dreams: wolves and humans and blood smeared on lips.

If you've ever looked into a fire and been unable to look away, it's that. If you've ever looked at the mountains and found you're not breathing, it's that. If you've ever looked at the moon and felt tears in your eyes, it's that. It's the stuff between stars, the space between roots, the thing that makes electricity get up in the morning.