I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action. And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and I never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I'm folded, I am a lie.
Maggie StiefvaterThen I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.
Maggie StiefvaterShe wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.
Maggie StiefvaterI'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.
Maggie StiefvaterShe could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders beneath my jacket, my human body, but she only stared at my eyes. The wind whipped again, through the trees, but it had no force, no power over me. The cold bit at my fingers, but they stayed fingers. "Grace," I said, very softly. "Say something." "Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.
Maggie Stiefvater