Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

There's something very romantic about self-destruction and sabotaging your life, and taking a hammer to it.

I can be going through nothing, but within me, in my head, oh my God! It can be a circus.

O heart, such disorganization!

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.

I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

why can't we love the right people? what is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? we are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm.

Humanity was drawn to turmoil and self-destruction as inevitably as the earth was drawn to complete its annual revolution of the sun.

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

The much heaves and palpitates. It is multidirectional and has a mayor.

Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

In order to understand, I destroyed myself.

Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

something is always falling apart in me.

So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.

i am a limitless series of natural disasters and all of these disasters have been unnaturally repressed.