Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
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"Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place."
"Scent is the strongest tie to memory."
"I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly."
"Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further."
"My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive."
"People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty."
"There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth."
"Please kiss that girl a million times."
"I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing."
"It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person."
"After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition."
"The future was getting here faster than I'd expected."
"I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words."
"They didn't need the words, if they were willing to be silent long enough to learn to speak without them."
"He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?"
"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."
"I had spent so much of life being afraid or living the memory of being afraid."
"I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look."
"We were miles away from our real lives."
"It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence."
"He was every angel and every devil."
"And so you know what I did with those sad things? I put them in boxes. I put the sad things in the boxes in my head, and I closed them up and I put tape on them and I stacked them up in the corner and threw a blanket over them.""Braintape?"
"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?"
"Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt.""How long it takes us, each day, to know each other."
"I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me."