Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvateris an American writer of Young Adult fiction. She currently lives in Virginia...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth18 November 1981
CityHarrisonburg, VA
CountryUnited States of America
laughter taste mouths
There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
love-is long enduring-love
Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.
growing-up memories hate
I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?
relationship girlfriend house
I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.
darkness sometimes invisible
In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.
love beautiful laughing
And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.
eye kissing long
Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each of our kisses, from the very first moment we'd met and put them on a slide in a microscope, and I was pretty sure what you'd find. Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something - mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed - and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us.
enough get-away turns
She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.
space long weapons
I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space
moving busy forget
if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder
want needs said
It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.
jesus father purses
Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.
yellow tree looks
I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look.
taken humble car
Where are Sam and Grace?" "Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't know where they went." "You didn't ask?" "We're not married" Cole said, and added, in a more humble tone, "yet".