Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?

Its easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they dont understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. Its why they love the ocean.

Crashing into the trembling voidStretching my hand to youLosing myself to frigid regretIs this fragile loveA wayTo sayGood-bye

It wasnt the sort of kiss Id had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasnt the sort of kiss Id had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.

He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.

I had spent so much of life being afraid or living the memory of being afraid.

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, its all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we cant explain it. ~Sam

Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, hed forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasnt just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.

Adam stopped by one of the beasts near the front; its shoulder was taller than him, its great skull even higher, and above it all spread a set of antlers that seemed massive in comparison even to the giant skeleton. It was beautiful.

If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summers fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

If one squinted in Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summers fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

As they walked, a sudden rush of wind hurled low across the grass, bringing with it the scent of moving water and rocks hidden in shadows, and Blue thrilled again and again with the knowledge that magic was real, magic was real, magic was real.

Gansey always thought that, after dark, it felt like anything could happen. At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.

Being the Magician isnt about being powerful when you have things and useless when you dont, Persephone said.The Magician sees what is out there and finds connections. The Magician can make anything magical.

For some reason, Becks unexpected kindness was hard to bear - it made tears prick my eyes where Jacks threats hadnt.

So many of the worlds problems, he mused, were solved by sheer human decency.

I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.

They couldnt hurt Gansey. Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldnt buy everything hadnt seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to lifes troubles. Only death couldnt be swiped away by a credit card.

Adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. Even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. It was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it.