Truth Quote by Maggie Stiefvater — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“...He kissed me again, farther up my neck, and I pushed him back against the wall.”

“Although Adam suspected there was a god, he also suspected it didn't actually matter.”

“Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

“His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.”

“After you were bitten, I knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so I could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." A chilly gust of wind lifter his hair and sent a shower of golden leaves glimmering down around him. He spred out his arms, letting them fall into his hands. He looked like a dark angel in an eternal autumn wood. "Did you know you get one happy day for everyone you catch?”

“I could have screamed, but I didn't. I could have fought, but I didn't. I just lay there and let it happen, wathcing the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose into my hand and agianst my cheek, casting a shadow along my face. His yellow eyes looked into mine as the other wolves moved me this way and that. I held onto those eyes for as long as I could. Yellow. And, up close, flecked brillantly with every shade of gold and hazel. I didn't want him to look away, and he didn't. I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of his ruff, but my hands stayed curled to my chest, my arms frozen to my body. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be warm. Then he was gone, without him, the other wolves closed in, too close, sufficating. Something seemed too flutter in my chest. There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die, I was lost in a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a sea of warmth. I remember this: his yellow eyes. I thought I would never see them again.”

“Hell is truth known too late.”

“Was [Sisyphus] from”

“The number of people who believe a thing has no bearing upon its truth.”

“[...] provability is a weaker notion than truth”

“Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it--else it is none.”

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”