Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

There has not been one day since I left that I have not thought about Haiti.

She shook her head as she confessed, "I want it so much, I'm afraid to hope." "Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin." -Rohan to Win

I get by on wishful thinking that when you come home you'll want to stay.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.

Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

Where there is lack, God’s abundance is on the way. Hold on. Have faith. It’s coming.

The concern that some women show at the absence of their husbands, does not arise from their not seeing them and being with them, but from their apprehension that their husbands are enjoying pleasures in which they do not participate, and which, from their being at a distance, they have not the power of interrupting.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

You know that thing when you break up with someone and you’re walking around the town where you both live and you’re just really hoping to see them? You know that you’re not supposed to see them, but there’s nothing you want more.

One day it'll all make sense.

Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

I don't want to leave Manhattan, even when I'm gone.

The only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.

I used to dream about him all the time," Sunny whispered to me. "Every night. I kept hoping the Seekers would find him; I missed him so much...When I saw him, I thought it was the old dream again.

I want to be careful not to throw all this away. This is happiness. I think this is what happiness is. I haven't got it yet, but I can sense it out there. I feel I'm close to it. Some days, I'm so close I can almost smell it.