I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

— Maggie Stiefvater

The most memorable Maggie Stiefvater quotes that will inspire your inner self

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.


While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.


They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.


I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said.

'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.


Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.


My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I always go back to the vinegar.


You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.


The world needs more love at first sight.


Adam didn't look at him when he said, finally, "It doesn't matter how you say it. It's what you wanted, in the end. All your things in one place, all under your roof. Everything you own right where you can see.


I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.


It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.


I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.

' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.


About Maggie Stiefvater

Quotes 655 sayings
Profession Writer
Birthday November 18, 1981

There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moment.


Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.


Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.

” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.


If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.


Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.


Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window.

A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.


There was something striking about her posture;

something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.


The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know.

This is me. The real me.


Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.


Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy


I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.


his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.


I tried to picture her in a class, any class, anywhere on campus, and failed miserably. I pictured her frolicking in a forest glade around some guy she'd just sacrificed to a heathen god. That image worked way better.


Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.


If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.


Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted.

Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.


I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.


You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did.

"Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.


I grew up with boys of all kinds - I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.


His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.


Creative" "Dangerously emo.


I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips.

"Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.


I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.


It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.


Looking at him like that, I felt like I needed something from him, or somebody, and that probably meant that he also needed something from me, or somebody, but the revelation was like looking at spots on a slide. Knowing that it meant something to somebody wasn't the same as it meaning something to you.


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


Hope hurt more than the cold.


As you learn who you are, you can better surround yourself with friends who make you a better person, and that sometimes only happens when you disassemble old relationships.


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 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.


Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.


She reached down and traced my eyebrows.

'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.


His mother had told him that when you looked into the eyes of God at the pearly gates, all the questions you ever had were answered. Ronan had a lot of questions. Waking Glendower might be like that. Fewer angels attending, and maybe a heavier Welsh accent. Slightly less judgment.


Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set.

"A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.


How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?


It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead.

Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.


You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.