Famous Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

  • – You’re going to have to be brave.- I’m always brave.- Braver than that. – Maggie Stiefvater

    – You’re going to have to be brave.- I’m always brave.- Braver than that.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious. – Maggie Stiefvater

    All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • …all she could think was ‘This is how close a kiss is’. It felt every bit as dangerous as she’d imagined. – Maggie Stiefvater

    …all she could think was ‘This is how close a kiss is’. It felt every bit as dangerous as she’d imagined.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • Like, when you kiss him, POW, he gets hit by a bear. Totally not your fault. You shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s not your bear. – Maggie Stiefvater

    Like, when you kiss him, POW, he gets hit by a bear. Totally not your fault. You shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s not your bear.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge. – Maggie Stiefvater

    She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • You’re my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful – Maggie Stiefvater

    You’re my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful– Maggie Stiefvater

  • Please open please if there’s any justice in this world. – Maggie Stiefvater

    Please open please if there’s any justice in this world.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me. – Maggie Stiefvater

    Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I’m thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it. – Maggie Stiefvater

    I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I’m thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.– Maggie Stiefvater

  • The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern. – Maggie Stiefvater

    The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.– Maggie Stiefvater