1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

I found it.""People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers.""And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too.

I never taught him to break his thumb.""That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent.""Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

Now Gansey grinned, the warmth of discovery starting to course through him. "So, pop quiz, Mr Parrish. Three things that appear in the vicinity of ley lines?""Black dogs," Adam said indulgently. "Demonic presences.""Camaros," Ronan inserted.Gansey continued as if he hadn't spoken. "And ghosts. Ronan, queue up the evidence if you would.

Where the hell is Ronan?” Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backwards, as if Ronan Lynch – dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes – might somehow be flying overhead.

Gansey strode between the pews as Adam’s father stared at him. He went directly to the bench, straight up to the judge. Now that he stood directly beside Adam, not looking at him, Adam could see that he was a little out of breath. Ronan, behind him, was as well. They had run.For him.

Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.

The demon kept pulling him unconscious, and in those short bursts of blackness, the dreamer snatched at light, and when he swam back to consciousness, he thrust the dream into reality. He shaped them into flapping creatures and earthbound stars and flaming crowns and golden notes that sang by themselves and mint leaves scattered across the blood-streaked pavement and scraps of paper with jagged handwriting on them: Unguibus et rostro.But he was dying.