Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies
Maggie StiefvaterI tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.
Maggie StiefvaterGrace,โ I said, very softly. โSay something.โ Sam,โ she said, and I crushed her to me.
Maggie StiefvaterIt was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if sheโd done this before and already she longed to do it again.
Maggie StiefvaterIt was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.
Maggie Stiefvater