Maggie Stiefvater

“the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .”

“and i was right here , almost right within reach , but still one thousand mile away”

“is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye”

“she waited to change , and i waited to change , and we both wanted what we couldn't have”

“his voice was centuries old”

“I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemedcloser all of a sudden.”

“We don't have time to be sad”

“Esta noche dulce de verano sólo es un minuto sobre otro, cacofonía hermosa, azúcar en los labios, danza hasta agotarse. Pensé en ti antes del minuto, sobre minuto, sobre minuto hasta que mis labios, insensibles, cayeron sobre otros labios y yo sufrí.-de Lengua de Oro: Los Poemas de Steven Slaughter.”

“El sueño tiene su propia cadencia, su propia melodía, como la muerte. A veces es silenciosa, a veces se eleva en una hermosa armonía, que no se recuerda muy bien cuando uno está huyendo de ella.-de Lengua de Oro: Los Poemas de Steven Slaughter.”

“Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..."Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.”

“One thousand ways to say good-byeOne thousands ways to cryOne thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outsideI say good-bye good-bye good-byeI shout it out so loudCause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.”

“I walk through the seasons and always the birdsare singing and screaming and keening for loveWhen you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.”

“You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.”

“I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish.I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”

“This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things.I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.”

“Come on," Cole said. He looked back over his shoulder at Mr. Brisbane, who was looking at me with a complicated expression as I left. Cole pointed at him and said, "You're a son of a bitch. He belongs here more than you do.”

“He'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam's clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of the sort of subtext you could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark.It made me think of Isabel, back at her house. We didn't have what Sam and Grace had. We weren't even close to having it. I didn't think what we had could get to this, even if you gave it a thousand years.”

“She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all.And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant for ever.Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield.A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.It was a life I didn't want to forget.I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.”

“Flickering lightsanonymous doorsmy heart escaping in dripsi'm still waking upbut she's still sleepingthis ICU ishotel for the dead”

“Don't tell me that. I've lived in hell for the past thousand years. I spent a thousand years wishing I'd never been born. She's the only thing that's made my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months with her- a few days, it's more than I've ever hoped for. Do you really think God would forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I'm going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just- let me pretend it will turn out alright.”

“Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverseyou're giving up your wings and inheriting my curseyou're letting go ofme you're letting go”

“You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?''I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.”

“You want to talk? Fine. Talk. Tell me something you've never told anybody else.'I thought for a moment. 'Turtles have the second-largest brains of any animal on the planet.' It took Isabel only a second to process this. 'No, they don't.' 'I know that's why I've never told anybody that before.”

“Aren't you afraid?''Of what?''Of losing yourself.''That's what I'm hoping for.”

“...she made her home in between the pages of books.”

“There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.”

“Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart”

“Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it”

“As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.”

“Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.”

“I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.”

“To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.”

“You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk""Woof.”

“his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.”

“I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore. It was the feeling of having risked everything to be here with a boy and then realizing that he was exactly what I wanted. Being a picture and then finding I was really a puzzle piece, once I found the piece that was supposed to fit beside me.”

“I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case”

“Shouldn't you be looking at other cars? You know, car shopping usually involves ... shopping.""I don't shop very well", Grace said. "I just see what I need and get it.”

“My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.”

“I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.”

“I once again fought against the desire to bitch-slap a faerie”

“I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.”

“What were you thinking about? When I came in?""Being Sam," I said."What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching.”

“She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.”

“What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.”

“I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger”

“Sam- " After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." Grace- " How long did you wait?" Sam- " I haven't stopped.”

“Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don't think that's the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don't think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here's lunch. Let's eat that instead of eachother.”

“Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.”

“How do you get 'feng shui' out of 'thoughtful'?”

“Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.”