Top 500 Maggie Stiefvater Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I’d ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.”

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302. “Ronan shook his head, but then, with a wicked smile, he began to sing, “Squash one, squash two, s – ” “Not that one,” both Adam and Gansey said. “I’m not listening to that for three hours,” Adam said. Gansey pointed at Ronan until he began to breathily whistle a jaunty reel.”

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303. “And what else would he get into? Kavinsky’s dead so – Jesus Chrirst, listen to me. Jesus Christ.” The cave walls crumbled yet more; the ritual before had been imperfect. Gansey sat back against the wall and closed his eyes. Adam watched him swallow. Again he heard Gansey’s voice in the cave. “It’s okay,” Adam said. He did not care that Joseph Kavinsky was dead, but he liked that Gansey did. “I know what you meant.”

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304. “There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn’t remember what the sky looked like. But I didn’t die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.”

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305. “I am just a mythological creature, after all. I technically shouldn’t exist.”

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306. “All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.”

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307. “Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.”

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308. “He was so much more dangerous when he wasn’t angry.”

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309. “Your hair is all funky in the morning.”

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310. “It’s a bomb. Just like you.”

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311. “I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you’re with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.”

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312. “Declan stood stiff as a middle-schooler hugged by a parent in front of school, but Jordan saw his nostrils flare and his eyes go terribly bright. He blinked, blinked, blinked and then he had his usual bland expression by the time the man stepped back. ‘I’m proud of you,’ he told Declan. Her dauntless Declan.”

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313. “He had a carrying, congressional sort of voice, the kind that sounded good saying things like Less of a tax burden on the middle class and Thank you for your donation and Honey, could you bring me my sweater with the duck on it?”

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314. “The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.”

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315. “And they dreamt. They dreamt and dreamt, and the stars wheeled overhead and away and the moon hid in the trees and the sun moved around the car.”

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316. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not trying to find out who you are. I don’t care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.”

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317. “Ronan Lynch – dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes – might.”

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318. “I probably can’t stop you from meeting him anyway,” Maura said. “I mean, if Neeve is right about why you saw him. You’re fated to meet him.” “Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

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319. “As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.”

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320. “Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.”

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321. “How ungrateful they’d become, how greedy for better wonders.”

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322. “I always wanted an eccentric daughter. I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.”

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323. “Ronan was a cloud, and he was raining.”

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324. “The fact was, by the time she got to high school, being weird and proud of it was an asset. Suddenly cool, Blue could’ve happily had any number of friends. And she had tried. But the problem with being weird was that everyone else was ‘normal’“.”

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325. “There aren’t terrible ideas. Just ideas done terribly.”

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326. “I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.”

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327. “Need was Adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.”

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328. “It was Ronan, unperformed. No. Ronan, unprotected. This tone reminded Adam of that unshielded smile from before. Don’t play, he told himself. This is not a game. But it didn’t feel like a game, if he was being honest. Adrenaline whispered in his heart.”

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329. “Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar’s face.”

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330. “Was that what life did to them all? Chiseled them into harder, truer versions of themselves?”

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331. “These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it’s me. Please.”

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332. “I don’t care for werewolves. They’re all right, I guess, if you go for the shedding, savaging the country-side thing. But they’re not very scary nor very sexy and so what’s the point?”

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333. “No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.”

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334. “Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.”

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335. “She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn’t holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn’t pulling hard enough to get away.”

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336. “Ronan’s expression was still incendiary. His code of honor left no room for infidelity, for casual relationships. It wasn’t that he didn’t condone them; he couldn’t understand.”

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337. “She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.”

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338. “History was always buried deep, even when you know where to look. And it was hard to excavate it without damaging it. Brushes and cotton swabs, not chisels and pickaxes. Slow work. You had to like doing it.”

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339. “Ronan said, “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

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340. “It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don’t.”

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341. “He was not as soft as when I’d first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick gestures, the way he sucked in his lower lip to think before going on – I was in love with all of it.”

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342. “Happiness isn’t something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.”

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343. “The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle’s her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.”

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344. “I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting – the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace’s name.”

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345. “The future was getting here faster than I’d expected.”

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346. “Adam Parrish – magician and puzzle, student and logician, man and boy.”

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347. “I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his.”

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348. “I am standing here in the shed, and I’m waiting to see if my seeds are going to poke out ofthe dirt. I don’t know if it’s too early to look for signs of life or if, this time, winter has claimed my family for good.”

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349. “I think every now and then about Sean’s thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he looks at me – with respect – and I think that’s probably worth more than anything.”

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350. “He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.”

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