Maggie Stiefvater Quotes About Skins

Quotes about: Skins

• 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.

• Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Eye, Names, Grace

• You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Beautiful, Summer, Spring

  Maggie Stiefvater (2014). “Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)”, p.64, Scholastic Inc.

• Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and strongest of what is left from two weeks of preparation on the sand. It's the surf in your face, the deadly magic of November on your skin, the Scorpio drums in the place of your heartbeat. It's speed, if you're lucky. It's life and it's death or it's both, and there's nothing like it.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Horse, Men, Race

  Maggie Stiefvater (2011). “The Scorpio Races”, p.333, Scholastic UK

• I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’ worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didn’t wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Song, Kissing, Reflection

• In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves far more tantalizing than the thirteen cubic feet of bare skin Orla sported. But in this universe, that was Adam’s job. He was in a terrible mood.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Jobs, Blue, Feet

• Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Eye, Leaving, Skins

  Maggie Stiefvater (2009). “Shiver”, p.69, Scholastic Inc.

• sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Hurt, Escaping, Skins

  Maggie Stiefvater (2011). “Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)”, p.214, Scholastic Inc.

• Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I'm pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn't Finally, he releases my wrist and says," I'll see you on the cliffs tomorrow.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Waiting, Magic, Skins

• Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Tattoo, Dream, Sleep

• I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved in front of me, equal parts human and wolf, and remembering his smell - I ached with wanting to kiss him.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Kissing, Hands, Smell

• I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Laughing, Skins, Arms

  Maggie Stiefvater (2011). “Forever”, p.257, Scholastic UK

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