Maggie Stiefvater Quotes About Memories

Quotes about: Memories

• I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Bye, Grace

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.569, Scholastic Inc.

• I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness. Too close. I couldn't stay away.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Summer, Memories, Voice

  "Shiver". Book by Maggie Stiefvater, 2009.

• I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Girl, Memories, House

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.551, Scholastic Inc.

• It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Past, Done

• Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield. A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile. It was a life I didn't want to leave behind. It was a life I didn't want to forget I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Goodbye, Memories, Sleep

• I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Growing Up, Memories, Hate

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.740, Scholastic Inc.

• As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Bags, Scar

  Maggie Stiefvater (2009). “Shiver”, p.310, Scholastic Inc.

• When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Kissing, Thrill

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.526, Scholastic Inc.

• I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Glasses, Snow

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.66, Scholastic Inc.

• It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Running, Memories, Kissing

  Maggie Stiefvater (2011). “Forever”, p.174, Scholastic Inc.

• Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Ties, Scent

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.741, Scholastic Inc.

• the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Singing, Scent

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.285, Scholastic Inc.

• I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Memories, Thinking, Islands

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