Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.

There's no harmony in most people in a way, and I'm attracted to it, and I think it makes for good storytelling.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Well, it takes all kinds to make a mess.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

This life is messy.

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.

The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.

Nobody's life is wrapped up neatly in a bow.

I don't really do simple. I'm not really interested in simple at the end of the day, because nothing's ever simple, and nothing's ever perfect. People certainly aren't - I would hope, anyway, because that would be boring, wouldn't it?

The 21st century does not like tidy minds.

This industry is too bonkers to understand. Every single part is completely different.

Life's messy.

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.

Matt would stare at Andrew for 10 minutes. It's depressing that people are different. Everyone should be one person, who should then kill itself in hand-to-hand combat.

The fairest order in the world is a heap of random sweepings.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

The world isn't tidy; it's a mess. I don't try to make it neat.

To live in a fully predictable world is not to be a man.

It is a rare life that remains orderly even in private.

Life itself is a haphazard, untidy, messy affair.

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy

There is nothing perfect...only life.

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.