Top 500 Maggie Stiefvater Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “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.”

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

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353. “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.”

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

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355. “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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356. “I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish – her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.”

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357. “The boy had my wolf’s eyes.”

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358. “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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359. “Blue never grew tired of feeling particularly needed, but sometimes she wish needed felt less like a synonym for useful.”

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

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

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363. “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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364. “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.”

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

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367. “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.”

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

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

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

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371. “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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372. “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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373. “But by blood, no wolf am I.”

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374. “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.”

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

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376. “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.”

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377. “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.”

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378. “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.”

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379. “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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380. “Ronan was angry-every one of his emotions that wasn’t happiness was anger.”

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

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

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383. “I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.”

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384. “Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn’t the same as avoiding your entire life by becoming a wolf.”

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385. “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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386. “Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you’re just listening to a CD called ‘The Sounds of Crime’ while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.”

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387. “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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388. “We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.”

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

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390. “I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.”

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

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392. “She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she’d never met him.”

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393. “I expect that would be a very different world with very different priorities.”

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394. “I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.”

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395. “It’s like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable – different reactions to the same temperature.”

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396. “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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397. “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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398. “Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.”

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399. “In a culture defined by shades of gray, I think the absolute black and white choices in dark young adult novels are incredibly satisfying for readers.”

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400. “Nothing had changed. Nothing.”

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