Maggie Stiefvater

Because it wasn't merely that the trees were speaking to them. It was that the trees themselves were sentient beings, capable of watching their movements. Was it only the trees in this strange wood, or did every tree observe their movements? Had they always been trying to speak to them? There was no way of knowing, either, if the trees were good of bad, if they lived or hatred humans, if they had principles or compassion. They were like aliens, Gansey thought. Aliens that we have treated very badly for a very long time.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

People shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper.

Kissing's a lot like laughing. If the joke's funny, it doesn't matter how long it's been since you last heard one.

I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.

Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt.""How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.

If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and sing your songs to as many people as you can. Please fold a thousand more of those damn birds of yours. Please kiss that girl a million times.

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I__ love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I__ never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,It__ summer when she smiles, I__ laughing like a child,It__ the summer of our lives; we__l contain it for a whileShe holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her handI__ be happy with this summer if it__ all we ever had.

I didn't know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i'd forgotten. Sort of like a splinter - not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue__ awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue__ wonder made it holy.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

In the sea, Corr__ clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don__ want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he__l have it. I back out of the surf. There__ a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it