Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

I feel, in the end, as if everything I've done has been a failure.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.

I shall never come to the Punjab again; it is such a hopeless place.

I know how it feels to lose.

On my travels I, at least, did not see Serbia as a land of paranoiacs - much more as the huge room of an orphaned, yes, an orphaned, abandoned child.

You should despair and run away.

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

Death is the ultimate disappointment

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.

Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

Ain't nobody gonna care enough to catch you fall.

Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.