if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder
Maggie StiefvaterAnd then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.
Maggie StiefvaterI'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.
Maggie Stiefvater