Top 500 Maggie Stiefvater Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don’t.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

352. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

353. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

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

— Maggie Stiefvater

355. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

356. “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

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

— Maggie Stiefvater

358. “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.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

359. “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

360. “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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361. “There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven’t discovered yet that it’s not the fastest who make it to race day. You only have to be the fastest of those who are left.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

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

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363. “Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

364. “There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

365. “The world turns out its pockets for you, boy.”

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

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

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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.”

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369. “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.”

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370. “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

371. “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

372. “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.”

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373. “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.”

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374. “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.”

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

— Maggie Stiefvater

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

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

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378. “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

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

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380. “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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381. “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.”

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382. “The boy had my wolf’s eyes.”

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383. “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.”

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384. “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.”

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

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

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

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388. “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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389. “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

390. “Boudicca is the original goth. Ronan Lynch wishes he was that badass.”

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

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

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393. “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

394. “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.”

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

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396. “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.”

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397. “But by blood, no wolf am I.”

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398. “When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”

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399. “Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.”

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400. “I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said “Grace.” The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.”

— Maggie Stiefvater