Maggie Stiefvater Islands Quotations

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us

Cole grasped a handful of vials and syringes with one hand and dumped them on the island in front of me. They rolled and whirled in misshapen circles on the counter surface. "Here are our options." My ears rang. "We have more than one?" "Three, precisely," Cole said. He pointed to each in turn. "That one makes you a wolf. That one makes me a wolf. That one gives us both seizures.