Quotes By Author: 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.”
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“She was so mean that she even killed her own name, and now people just pointed to her.”
“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.”
“Scent is the strongest tie to memory.”
“Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.”
“I am an equation that only she solves, These X’s and Y’s by other names called, My way of division is desperatley flawed, while I multiply days without her.”
“I stare at him. “You can’t risk not winning. Not because of me.” Sean doesn’t lift his eyes from the counter. “We make our move when you make yours. You on the inside, me on the outside. Corr can come from the middle of the pack; he’s done it before. It’s one side you won’t have to worry about.” 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.”
“I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, wathcing the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose into my hand and agianst my cheek, casting a shadow along my face. His yellow eyes looked into mine as the other wolves moved me this way and that. I held onto those eyes for as long as I could. Yellow. And, up close, flecked brillantly with every shade of gold and hazel. I didn’t want him to look away, and he didn’t. I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of his ruff, but my hands stayed curled to my chest, my arms frozen to my body. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to be warm. Then he was gone, without him, the other wolves closed in, too close, sufficating. Something seemed too flutter in my chest. There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn’t remember what the sky looked like. But I didn’t die, I was lost in a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a sea of warmth. I remember this: his yellow eyes. I thought I would never see them again.”
“When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.”
“Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.”
“Grace stopped in the door, dimly silhouetted by the dull gray morning light, and looked back at me, at my eyes, my mouth, my hands, in a way that made something inside me knot and unknot unbearably.I didn’t think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I’d do anything to stay with her.”
“Did you get notes for me?””No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
“I smiled sweetly at his embarressment, beginning to walk again, kicking up golden leaves. I heard him scuffling leaves behind me. “And what was the point of this again?” Forget it!” Sam said. “Do you you like this place or not?”I stoped in my tracks, spinning to face him. “Hey.” I pointed at him; he raised his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks. “You didn’t think Jack would be here at all, did you?”His thick black eyebrows went up even farther. Did you evan intend to look for him at all?”He held his hands up as if a surrender. “What do you want me to say?”You were trying to see if I would reconize it, wern’t you?” I took anouther step, colsing the distance between us. I could feel the heat of his body, even without touching him, in the increasing cold of the day. “YOU told me about this wood somehow. How did you show it to me?”I keep trying to tell you. You wont listen. Because you’re stubbon. It’s how we speek- it’s the only words we have. Just pictures. Just simple little picters. You HAVE changed Grace. Just not your skin. I want you to believe me.” His hands were still raise, but he was starting to grin at me in the failing light.So you brought me here to see this.” I stepped forward again, and he stepped back.Do you like it?”Under false pretence.” Anouther step forward; anouther back. The grine widenedSo do you like it?”When you knew we wouldn’t come across anybody else.”His teeth flashed in his grin. “Do you like it?”I punched my hands into his chest. “You know I love it. You knew I would.” I went to punch him, and he grabed my wrists. For a moment we stood there like that, him looking down at me with a grin half-caught on his face, and me lookingup at him: Still Life with Boy and Girl. It would’ve been the perfect moment to kiss me, but he didn’t. He just looked at me and looked at me, and by the time I relizeed I could just as easily kiss him, I noticed that his grin was slipping away. Sam slowly lowered my wrists and relesed them. “I’m glad.” he said very quietly.My arms still hung by my sides, right where Sam had put them. I frowned at him. “You were supposed to kiss me.”I thought about it.”I just kept looking at the soft, sad shape of his lips, looking just like his voice sounded. I was probably staring, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted him to kiss me and how stupide it was to want it so badly. “Why don’t you?” He leaned over and gave mr the lightest of kisses. His lips, cool and dry, ever so polite and incredibly maddening. “I have to get inside soon,” he whispered “It’s getting cold”