Shiver Quotes

“It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair.
I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go."
Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.""
— Grace and Sam (Shiver)”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she love one of them most of all.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?...
One happy day for every falling leaf you catch" -sam”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“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.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Every time I stare into those eyes of yours, they shine like a mirror with the sharp edges, piercing trough every bit of my reflection. It makes me feel like a child lost in the woods. And all of a sudden I hear a song somewhere and a shiver runs down my spine. A song that I have heard somewhere before. A song that makes all my demons dance forcefully at once.”
― Akshay Vasu

“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 quiet. He turned the car around at my shoulder and headed back down to my hand, the wheels skidding a bit when he laughed.
I thought it was the truest thing I'd ever heard from Cole St. Clair.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“It starts between two suns
Between dream and sleep
Like a sigh after oblivion
-The way you hold the night.

It goes on in a kiss
So many pains exchanged
Like a song of compassion
-The way you reveal my name.

It ends
In my body
It ends
In a shiver
Where we remain only
Two souls
And, naturally,
We recognize each other.”
― Emmanuelle Soni-Dessaigne

“You're beautiful and sad, just like your eyes.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Passion is life and delights await those whose soul lusts for new experiences. Every breath should stir deep, simmering desire for those who incite torrid urges and send blood coursing through fevered veins. Throw each shiver hard against unyielding rock, salaciously invade the soft pleasures whose ripe lips hunger for satisfaction, demanding the flame be fanned and thirst be quenched…Demand no less, take no prisoners…”
― Virginia Alison

“in your perfect fingers
I am only a shiver
a song of leaves
under the touch of your warm lips”
― Halina Poświatowska

“Death is buried there into death
Hunger strikes on its own last breath
No spine to shiver, no heart talks
At life’s craving poverty mocks

From the poem 'Exhumation”
― Munia Khan, To Evince the Blue

“An object may seem static to you and to me, but every bit of it is in continuous movement, shaking, shivering, and rotating.”
― Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon

“Sold me down the river
Hold me as i shiver
Gold on my wrist
Soul in my liver”
― Mike Skinner

“Sometimes I took online quizzes to find out if I was a sociopath. Society thinks there are more male sociopaths than female, but that is a dirty, dirty lie perpetuated by the media. There are more unfeeling girls out there than they would like to admit.
Maybe I wasn’t crazy. But if I wasn’t, then everyone else was.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“He was too young to drive, but old enough to be able to turn a doorknob.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one 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.
Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying good-bye behind a cracked windshield.
A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.
It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.
It was a life I didn't want to forget.
I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.”
― Maggie Stiefvater

“Sometimes I took online quizzes to find out if I was a sociopath. Society thinks there are more male sociopaths than female, but that is a dirty, dirty lie perpetuated by the media. There are more unfeeling girls out there than they would like to admit.
Maybe I wasn't crazy. But if I wasn't, then everyone else was.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but 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.
Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying good-bye behind a cracked windshield.
A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam’s smile.
It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.
It was a life I didn’t want to forget.
I wasn’t done with it yet. There was so much more to say.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.
I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish.
I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“An indescribable, inescapable shiver welled up from deep within and ran through my whole being.”
― Yukito Ayatsuji, The Mill House Murders