Blue Lily Lily Blue Quotes

“I know when I'm awake and when I'm asleep," Ronan Lynch said.
Adam Parrish, curled over himself in a pair of battered, greasy coveralls, asked, "Do you?"
"Maybe I dreamt you," he said.
"Thanks for the straight teeth, then," Adam replied.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.

She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“There is no good word for the opposite of lonesome.
One might be tempted to suggest togetherness or contentment , but the fact that these two other words bear definitions unrelated to each other perfectly displays why lonesome cannot be properly mirrored. It does not mean solitude, nor alone, nor lonely, although lonesome can contain all of those words in itself.
Lonesome means a state of being apart. Of being other. Alone-some.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Behind him, he heard Ronan say, "I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“What do we do now?" Gansey asked.
From the other room, Calla bellowed, "GO BUY US PIZZA. WITH EXTRA CHEESE, RICHIE RICH."
Blue said, "I think she's starting to like you.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“He was so much more dangerous when he wasn't angry.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“She drifted towards the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“It was true that Blue was just shy of five feet and it was also true that she hadn't eaten her greens, but she'd done the research and she didn't think the two were related.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want another.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“He couldn't figure how Ronan had learned to be fierce in this protected place.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“So they were at an impasse. "Gansey boy! DICK."
Ronan whirled and walked backward to face the shouter. He spread his arms wide. "Not now, Cheng. The king's a little busy."
"I wasn't talking to you, Lynch. I need someone with a soul."
The light that glinted off Ronan's snarl caught Gansey's eye, bringing him back to the present.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“She didn’t bother to say, But you’ll be waiting in darkness. Nor did she say, If I vanish immediately into the lake, you’ll have to find your way out of here sightless. Because he’d already known both these things when he had given it to her.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Blue was so tired of compromises. She was tired of sensible.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“They had some things in common: Gansey had once been killed by hornets. Henry's family business was on the cutting edge of designing robotic drone bees. The two boys were friendly, but not friends. Henry ran with the Vancouver crowd, and Gansey ran with dead Welsh kings.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“They had some things in common: Gansey had once been killed by hornets. Henry's family business was on the cutting edge of designing robotic drone bees.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Jesus," Gansey said. "I can't take this."
"Worry is weakness, king," Gwenllian piped up.
Silence.
Then a hoarse, cutoff shout in an unrecognizable voice. Adam, or Ronan, or something else entirely.
Gansey made a terrible sound and rested his forehead against the wall. Blue's hand shot out to grab his, tightly. She couldn't bear it, either, but there was nothing to do but bear it. Inside her, this new, black fear grew, the knowledge that death happened in a moment and to anyone. Ronan and Adam could be dead and there would be no earthquake. There would be no fanfare.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“She had thought it was such a simple thing to avoid kissing someone when she'd been with Adam. Her body had never known what to do. Now it knew. Her mouth didn't care that it was cursed.

She turned to Gansey.

"Blue," he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.

She said, "I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could."

He breathed out.

What was a kiss without a kiss?

It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service. Everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair, hands cupping necks, mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.

They stopped, noses mashed against each other in the strange way that closeness required. She could feel his breath in her mouth.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I kiss you," he whispered. "Maybe it's only if you kiss me.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he'd been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Adam hadn't even realized the ancient tape deck worked, but after a hissing few seconds, a tape inside jangled a tun. Noah began to sing along at once.

"Squash one, squash two--"

Adam pawed for the radio at the same time as Blue. The tape ejected with enough force that Noah stretched a hand to catch it.

"That song. What are you doing with that in your player?" demanded Blue. "Do you listen to that recreationally? How did that song escape from the internet?"

Noah cackled and showed them the cassette. It boasted a handmade label marked with Ronan's handwriting: Parrish's Hondayota Alone Time. The other side was A Shitbox Singalong.

"Play it! Play it!" Noah said gaily, waving the tape.

"Noah. Noah! Take that away from him," Adam said.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Casually, out of view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand between the driver's seat and the door. Palm up, fingers stretched back to Blue.

This was not allowed.

He knew it was not allowed, by rules he himself had set. He would not permit himself to play favorites between Adam and Ronan; he and Blue couldn't play favorites in this way, either. She would not see the gesture, anyway. She would ignore it if she did. His heart hummed.

Blue touched his fingertips.

Just this--

He pinched her fingers lightly, just for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand and put it back on the wheel. His chest felt warm.

This was not allowed.

Ronan had not seen. Adam was still sleeping. The only casualty was his pulse.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“You can just be friends with people, you know," Orla said. "I think it's crazy how you're in love with all those raven boys."

Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But what she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Sometimes, Gansey forgot how much he liked school and how good he was at it. But he couldn't forget it on mornings like this one--fall fog rising out of the fields and lifting in front of the mountains, the Pig running cool and loud, Ronan climbing out of the passenger seat and knocking knuckles on the roof with teeth flashing, dewy grass misting the black toes of his shoes, bag slung over his blazer, narrow-eyed Adam bumping fists as they met on the sidewalk, boys around them laughing and calling to one another, making space for the three of them because this had been a thing for so long: Gansey-Lynch-Parrish. Mornings like this one were made for memories.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“I'm going in," Gansey said as Ronan sat down on the step beside Adam. As Gansey shut the door behind him, he heard Adam say, "I don't want to talk," and Ronan reply, "The fuck would I talk about?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“An old man wearing a red seed cap was saying, "Little lady, one day you'll remember the days people told you that you had nice legs as a good memory."

Adam braced for the explosion.

It was nails and dynamite. "Good--memory? Oh, I wish I were as ignorant as you! What happiness! There are girls who kill themselves over negative body image and you--"

"Is there a problem here?" Adam broke in.

The man seemed relieved. People were always pleased to see clean, muted Adam, the deferential Southern voice of reason. "Your girlfriend's quite a firecracker."

Adam stared at the man. Blue stared at Adam.

He wanted to tell her it wasn't worth it--that he'd grown up with this sort of man and knew they were untrainable--but then she'd throw the thermos at Adam's head and probably slap the guy in the mouth. It was amazing that she and Ronan didn't get along better, because they were different brands of the same impossible stuff.

"Sir," Adam started--Blue's eyebrows spiked--"I think maybe your mama didn't teach you how to talk to women."

The old man shook his head at Adam, like in pity.

Adam added, "And she's not my girlfriend."

Blue flashed him a brilliant look of approval, and then she got into the car with a dramatic door slam Ronan would have approved of.

"Look, kid," the old man started.

Adam interrupted, "Your fuel door's open, by the way."

He climbed back into his little, shitty car, the one Ronan called the Hondayota. He felt heroic for no good reason. Blue simmered righteously as they pulled out of the station. For a few moments, there was nothing but the labored sounds of the little car's breathing.

Then Noah said, "You do have nice legs, though."

Blue swung at him. A helpless laugh escaped Adam, and she hit his shoulder too.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“I can't believe you didn't tell us," muttered Noah. "We could have gone for gelato."

Noah couldn't eat, but he liked the gelato parlor in town for reasons that escaped Blue.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“After a long pause, Blue said, in a different voice, "I'm going to go sing myself to sleep. See you tomorrow. If you want company."

The phone went quiet. It was never enough, but it was something. Gansey opened his eyes.

Noah sat against the doorjamb of the kitchen-bathroom-laundry. When Gansey thought about it, he thought that possibly he had been sitting there for a long time.

There was nothing inherently guilty about the moment except that Gansey burned with guilt and thrill and desire and the nebulous feeling of being truly known. It was on the inside of him, and the inside was all Noah ever really paid attention to.

The other boy wore a knowing expression.

"Don't tell the others," Gansey said.

"I'm dead," Noah replied. "Not stupid.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Gansey stepped in then, putting his phone neatly into his pocket, fetching out his keys instead. There was still something stretched thin about his expression. He looked, in fact, like he had in the cave, his face streaked and unfamiliar. It was so strange to see him without his Richard Campbell Gansey III guise on in public that Blue couldn't stop staring at his face. No--it wasn't his face. It was the way he stood, his shoulders shrugged, chin ducked, gaze from below uncertain eyebrows.

"SHE WAS ALRIGHT," Jesse assured him.

"My head knew that," Gansey said. "But the rest of me didn't.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Ronan's arms were still locked around her; she felt them quivering. She didn't know if it was from muscle strain or worry. He had not even hesitated before grabbing her.

I can't let myself forget that, Blue thought.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“It should have been impossible. No one should have been able to dream any of these things, much less all of them. But Adam had seen what Ronan could do. He'd read the dreamt will and ridden in the dreamt Camaro and had been terrified by the dreamt night terror.

It was possible there were two gods in this church.

Ronan crouched by the pew again, studying the list, his fingers running idly over his stubble as he thought. When he wasn't trying to look like an asshole, his face looked very different, and for a tilting moment, Adam felt the startling inequality of their relationship: Ronan knew Adam, but Adam wasn't sure he knew Ronan, after all.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Adam hadn't even realized the ancient tape deck worked, but after a hissing few seconds, a tape inside jangled a tune. Noah began to sing along at once.

"Squash one, squash two--"

Adam pawed for the radio at the same time as Blue. The tape ejected with enough force that Noah stretched a hand to catch it.

"That song. What are you doing with that in your player?" demanded Blue. "Do you listen to that recreationally? How did that song escape from the internet?"

Noah cackled and showed them the cassette. It boasted a handmade label marked with Ronan's handwriting: Parrish's Hondayota Alone Time. The other side was A Shitbox Singalong.

"Play it! Play it!" Noah said gaily, waving the tape.

"Noah. Noah! Take that away from him," Adam said.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue