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By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.” “I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.” “You made all of them what they are.” I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

My mother always told me, that you should wear your best clothing when you're angry, because it would scare people.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Questa è una storia d'amore. Non immaginavo che l'amore potesse declinarsi in così tanti generi, nè che l'amore potesse indurre le persone a fare le cose più disparate. Non immaginavo che esistessero modi tanto diversi di dirsi addio.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

They didn't need the words, if they were willing to be silent long enough to learn to speak without them.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

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

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Gansey siempre se había sentido dividido en dos: estaba el Gansey soberano, capaz de controlar cualquier situación y de hablar con cualquiera, y después estaba el Gansey más frágil, nervioso e inseguro, siempre impaciente y dominado por anhelos fantasiosos.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Some people envied Ronan’s money. Adam envied his time. To be as rich as Ronan was to be able to go to school and do nothing else, to have luxurious swathes of time in which to study and write papers and sleep. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all Gansey, but he was tired. He was tired of squeezing homework in between his part-time jobs, of squeezing in sleep, squeezing in the hunt for Glendower. The jobs felt like so much wasted time: In five years, no one would care if he’d worked at a trailer factory. They’d only care if he’d graduated from Aglionby with perfect grades, or if he’d found Glendower, or if he was still alive. And Ronan didn’t have to worry about any of that.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

[...]sabía que el organismo producía tres tipos de lágrimas, cada una con su propia composición química. Una se generaba con regularidad para mantener la humedad del ojo. La segunda se activaba para lubricar y expulsar un cuerpo extraño que hubiera penetrado en el ojo. La tercera era producto de la tristeza. Su misión consistía en expulsar las sustancias segregadas por el sentimiento de aflicción. Es decir, llorabas para vomitar la pena.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I felt like I was watching the transfomation of two people: Victor to wolf, and Cole to someone else. I was the only one here, staying the same.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

How right it had felt at each moment he had met them all. How certain that they plunged towards something bigger than even this moment.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Al observar el cielo nocturno, había algo que tiraba de ella, algo que la empujaba a ver más que estrellas, a encontrar un sentido en el caos del firmamento , a extraer de él una imagen precisa.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash. Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. "Not that one, Noah.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighs sting from the friction of the saddle. My arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand. I am so, so alive.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

What care is it of yours,” Gansey asked, “what I think of Orla?” Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None at all.” And it was a lie. It should not have been, but it was, and Gansey, who prized honesty above nearly every other thing, knew it when he heard it. Blue Sargent cared whether or not he was interested in Orla. She cared a lot. As she whirled toward the truck with a dismissive shake of her head, he felt a dirty sort of thrill.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

- You're going to have to be brave. - I'm always brave. - Braver than that.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The best-case scenario here is that you make friends with a boy who's going to die." "Ah," said Calla, in a very, very knowing way. "Now I see." "Don't psychoanalyse me," her mother said. "I already have. And I say again, 'ah'.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The ocean burned.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Whenever he required a small burst of fireworks to his heart, he would remove the folder from the bedside drawer and look at the contents while enjoying a beer or seven.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Also, truth be told, he wasn't very good at flying a helicopter, despite several lessons. He seemed to lack the important ability to orient himself vertically as well as horizontally, which led to disagreements involving trees.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one. I won't let this be my last good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper cranes of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him. 'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

We almost always can point to that hundredth blow, but we don't always mark the ninety-nine other things that happen before we change.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed. I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

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

By Anonym 17 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Okay; get out of here. Scram. Farewell . . . Go be short somewhere else.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Are you really going to work in that?" Maura asked. Blue looked at her clothing. It involved a few thin layering shirts, including one she had altered using a method called shredding. "What's wrong with it?" Maura shrugged. "Nothing. I always wanted an eccentric daughter. I just never realised how well my evil plans were working.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father's world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn't known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him. The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he'd been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch" -sam

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Blue, largely against her will, glanced to the booth he pointed to. Three boys sat at it: one was smudgy, just as he said, with a rumpled, faded look about his person, like his body had been laundered too many times. The one who'd hit the light was handsome and his head was shaved; a soldier in a war where the enemy was everyone else. And the third was -- elegant. It was not the right word for him, but it was close. He was fine boned and a little fragile looking, with blue eyes pretty enough for a girl.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I can see her clearly, standing on the rock beside Peg Gratton, unflinching before Eaton and the rest of the race committee. I can't remember when I've been that brave, and it shames me. The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her; She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of the island that i'm not. It's like when the mare goddess looked into my eye; I felt that there was a part of myself that I didn't know.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.