Tahereh Mafi Quotes

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?

We're too different now. We want different things. And this?" I say nodding at our hands. "All this managed to prove is that you are extremely good at turning me off

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world, " he says softly.

Comamandering is not a word.It has letters, doesn't it? Sounds like a word to me.

How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then casual all in one lifetime.

Beautiful enough to lure in prey, he said. Strong enough to clamp down and destroy, he said.

I'm in love with you.""Good grief." She kept walking.

I want you to be happy, " I tell him, my eyes searching his. 'I want you to have a family. I want you to be surronded by people who care about you, " I say. 'You deserve that.

Mother often said that she could never be bothered to understand why Alice did the things she did, and now, more than ever, Alice thought never being bothered was a very lazy way to love someone.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

I hope he doesn't know he just touched my leg.And nothing happened.

Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.

Dear, sweet, beautiful girl,

Because it's so difficult to fight what you cannot control and right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark.

Right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark

I want you to make a list of all of your favorite things, and I want to be on it.

I think wow, I imagine this is what it's like to have friends.

Red was ruby, green was fluorescent, yellow was simply incandescent. Color was life. Color was everything.Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

Why are you touchin

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all

Things are changing, but this time I'm not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I've made the right choice and fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident

Best to introduce yourself to patience now, so that it might find you when you call upon it later.

First! Does this need to be said? Second! Does this need to be said by me? And third! Does this need to be said by me right now?

And I don't know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read The book written in his eyes. The way he looks at me.

Warner. A white bird with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. A fair - skinned boy with gold hair, the leader of Sector 45. It was always him. All along . The link.

Hang tightHold on Look upStay strongHang on Hold tightLook strongStay up One day I might breakOne day I mightb r e a kfree

Studies have shown that thinking and wondering lead to thoughtful decision-making. It's an epidemic.

Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.

My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.My mind, I hope, will soon be found.

I am not myself.My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

She'd decided long ago that life was a long journey. She would be strong and she would be weak, and both would be okay.

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.

My father couldn't warm my frozen hands.

Alice would choose to love herself, different and extraordinary, every day of the week.

1, 320 seconds walk into the room before he does.

The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.

His smile is laced with dynamite.

he says : " please don't shoot me for this " and he kissed me .

Nothing in this life will ever make sense to me but I can't help but try to collect the change and hope it's enough to pay for our mistakes.

I can't be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.

Uh, yeah - how about a warm hell no to that request? Does that work for you? Because it works for me.

I'm beginning to think of hope as a dangerous, terrifying thing.

I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my hea

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.

Tell me what you want" he [Warner] says desperately. "Tell me what to do, " he says, "and I'll do it.