All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I'm an equation that only she solves, these X's and Y's by other names called. My way of dividing is desperately flawed… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sometimes, your eyes see something your brain doesn't. You pick up a nmewspaper and yourhead gives you a phrase that you didn't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was:… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“At least when he was at Aglionby he could turn over his papers to see the grades, concrete proof of his success at something.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I asked,”Are you going to pick up next time I call you?” ”I did this time didn’t I?” “Say yes.” “Yes. Conditionally yes.”…... …”What… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
