How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.
Maggie StiefvaterSome people see what they want to see.
Maggie StiefvaterHe'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity.
Maggie StiefvaterI'm not done writing songs about you yet.
Maggie Stiefvater...she loved one of them most of all.
And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant forever.
I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.
Maggie StiefvaterI wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just
looked at me like I was — nothing. An annoyance, maybe.
Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.”
“So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said.
The thing I was beginning to figure out about Sam and Grace, the thing about Sam not being able to function without her, was that that sort of love only worked when you were sure both people would always be around for each other. If one half of the equation left, or died, or was slightly less perfect in their love, it became the most tragic, pathetic story invented, laughable in its absurdity. Without Grace, Sam was a joke without a punch line.
Maggie StiefvaterIt seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an unmarked syringe, my smile in a dark room.
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