Top 500 Maggie Stiefvater Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

352. “Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn’t underneath it.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

353. “I’d learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

354. “Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don’t think that’s the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don’t think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here’s lunch. Let’s eat that instead of eachother.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

355. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

356. “I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.”

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357. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

358. “In the middle of all this, as Sean slips out of his jacket, he looks over his shoulder at me and he smiles at me, just a glancing, faint thing before he turns back to Tommy. I’m quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

359. “So here’s my theory, and this is such crap science, I don’t have to tell you. It’s science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

360. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

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

— Maggie Stiefvater

362. “It’s a bomb. Just like you.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

363. “It was this: laughing senselessly into each other’s skin, playing, until it was abruptly no longer play, and Gansey stopped himself with his mouth perilously close to hers, and Blue stopped herself with her belly pressed close to his. It was this: Gansey saying, “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent.” It was this: Blue’s smile – crooked, wry, ridiculous, flustered.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

364. “It’s very ugly’ I said generously. ‘But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

365. “Right, sure. Because there’s no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

366. “I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I’d left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

367. “But love isn’t quantifiable on paper.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

368. “I’m trying to make you think I’m a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

369. “But joy is a small, tenacious crop, especially in soil that hasn’t grown any for a long time.”

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370. “Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

371. “I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.”

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372. “I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

373. “When we kissed, it didn’t matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn’t matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

374. “As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

375. “The boy had my wolf’s eyes.”

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376. “This is the corpse road,” she said, aligning her body with the invisible path. As she did, she could feel something inside her begin to hum agreeably, a sensation very much like the satisfaction that came from aligning book spines on a shelf.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

377. “My good mood felt like an endangered species.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

378. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

379. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

380. “You could write a book about things that you can’t find on-line.”

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381. “I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

382. “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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383. “It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence.”

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384. “Gansey had said, with disgust, Stop saying privilege. Love isn’t privilege. But Gansey had always had love, had always been capable of love. Now that Adam had discovered this feeling in himself, he was more certain than ever that he was right. 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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

385. “Somehow seeing his parents always reminded him of how little he’d accomplished.”

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386. “The stars moved slowly above her, an array of possibilities, and for the first time in a long time, she felt them mirrored in her heart.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

387. “Ronan Lynch smiled then, too, and it was a weapon.”

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388. “Declan’s eternal position as an outsider, neither a dreamer nor a dream.”

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389. “Blue radiated psychic energy for others, but touch was where she gained hers back. She was always hugging her mother or holding Noah’s hand or linking her elbow in Adam’s or resting her boots on Ronan’s legs as they sat on the sofa. Touching Gansey’s neck just between his hair and his collar. This.”

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390. “I saw that she was looking right at me. Not dead – dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart. Something about the expression in her liquid black eye made my chest hurt. It was like – patience. Or forgiveness.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

391. “But by blood, no wolf am I.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

392. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

393. “He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else’s charcoal grill.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

394. “After everything I’d lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition.”

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395. “Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments – and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

396. “Here is what I have learned,′ Henry said. ‘If you cannot be unafraid... be afraid and happy... Think about what you are afraid of... Does it have to be something that kills you? No. It is just a little thing. It could be anything. It could be something beautiful instead.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

397. “Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey, Gansey-on-fire. Like he pulled himself from the car because ordinary climbing out was too slow. This was going to be a night.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

398. “Most people had an acquired kind of beauty, they became better looking the longer you knew them and the better you loved them, but Cole had unfairly skipped to the end of the game, all jaggedly handsome and Hollywood-looking. Not needing any love to get there.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

399. “My father said once that if I didn’t have my mother’s ginger hair, I wouldn’t blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I’ve had plenty of days that required both.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

400. “Dreams are not the safest thing to build a life on.”

— Maggie Stiefvater