Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.

His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?

A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was starting to make peace with being in love with a girl who despises me, but I don't think I'm so okay with it after all. Somewhere along the line I made a dark bargain with the universe without ever really being aware of it--a bargain that if I was allowed to see her, even if we never spoke, then I could live with that. And now a week without her has swallowed up all of my rational thinking. I feel like a junkie, sick for my next fix and not sure when it will come.

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.

First of all move me, surprise me, rend my heart; make me tremble, weep, shudder; outrage me; delight my eyes afterwards if you can.

You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes. -Dimitri to Rose

Passion colors all that it touches in its own hues.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

While I did a lot of research, I ended up feeling that the best way to write about grief was to describe it from the inside out - the show the strange intensities that come along with it, the peculiar thoughts, the longing for that past - all the strange moments of thinking you glimpse the dead person on the street, or in your dreams.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.