Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

For me, Halloween is year-round. But my Halloween is the real Halloween - dealing with the real dead.

'Graveminder' is about a mortician, a young woman with commitment issues, a dead teenager, and a town called Claysville where the dead don't always stay dead.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

I got this grave yard woman.

Sometimes the dead are more alive than the living. And they can kill the living.

I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

Is this year over yet? Too many people are passing away. Rest In Peace, George Michael.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.

Since I met him ten years ago there hasn't been a day that I didn't think of George Burns. And I didn't think of him again today.

The hardest obstacle I've ever had to overcome in my life is losing my mom four years ago. I wouldn't even say that I've overcome it, really. I don't imagine that I ever will.

We see his smile of love even when others see nothing but the black hand of death smiting our best beloved.

There's no point in comforting words, in telling her she'll be all right. She's no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it's me who's dying instead of Rue.

The dead have a presence.

I lost my partner [Anselmo Feleppa] to HIV then it took about three years to grieve; then after that I lost my mother. I felt almost like I was cursed.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

I miss him still today: his long, whiskery eyebrows, his huge hands and hugs, his warmth, his prayers, his stories, but above all his shining example of how to live and how to die.

God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love.

By the grey woods, by the swamp, where the toad and newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools, where dwell the Gouls. By each spot the most unholy, by each nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets, aghast, sheeted memories of the Past. Shrouded forms that start and sigh, as they pass the wanderer by. White-robed forms of friends long given; In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.