Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Life seems to me essentially passion, conflict, rage. It is only intellect that keeps me sane; perhaps this makes me overvalue intellect against feeling.

Black Rainbow' is about control and your emotions being repressed and controlled, and 'Mandy's' about all a volcanic eruption!

Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.

Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.

Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.' 'I don't think you can.' he said

All these feelings need to be felt. We need to stomp and storm; to sob and cry; to perspire and tremble.

We should not shed tears That is a surrender of the body to the heart It is only proof That we are beings that do not know What to do with out hearts

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

Emotion is more than just anger. When I am performing, I need emotion, but I need control, too. Emotion drives the best performance and is necessary, but it must be controlled. I believe Fedor [Emelianenko] does that. I do too. We may look different in how we do it, but we both do it.

Your laughter is like cool water to me," I said. I felt my heart sob at these strange words, and it would not have been hard to summon tears: Strange. " "You are so serious all of a sudden," she told me. "I am not any one thing," I said. (137)

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

I have loved him too much not to hate

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

You always want to translate as much emotion as you can, even if it's broader with bigger emotions.

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

My feelings of disgust had been so loud within me, they’d nearly drowned out everything else.