Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving you (there arent words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, So that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star I was beginning to undertand poetry.
Maggie StiefvaterI folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger
Maggie StiefvaterI remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie Stiefvater