Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

We are not apt to think of the importance of events as they transpire with us, but we feel the importance of them afterwards.

It isn't how much time you spend somewhere that makes it memorable: it's how you spend the time.

I just don't want to forget this first day of the rest of my life!

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

As we grow older we think more and more of old persons and of old things and places. As to old persons, it seems as if we never know how much they have to tell until we are old ourselves and they have been gone twenty or thirty years. Once in a while we come upon some survivor of his or her generation that we have overlooked, and feel as if we had recovered one of the lost books of Livy or fished up the golden candlestick from the ooze of the Tiber.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

Yesterday is just a memory.

When I die, remember that what you knew of me is with you always. What is buried is only the shell of what was. Do not regret the shell, but remember the man. Remember the father.

Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.

Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.

We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.

It's funny how people mark their lives, the benchmarks they choose to decide when the moment is more of a moment than any other. For life is made of them. I like to think the best ones of all are in my mind, that they run through my blood in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see.

Remembering and seeing are not the same, and that is why memories are of little use to us in forming loving relationships.

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

When we are young... we often experience things in the present with a nostalgia-in-advance, but we seldom guess what we will truly prize years from now.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I had never noticed how beautiful his hands were until I saw them, for the first and last time, entwined in mine.

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.