Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

Right now I cant 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 its 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.

Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones,squeezing so tight you almost can’t breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out from every corner.It’s a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you’re struggling to stand up.You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin.

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 Im not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time Ive 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 dont 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.

And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us and hes so close, hes so close and I cant feel my legs anymore. I cant feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything and he whispersPlease.He says, Please dont shoot me for this.

we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose in our gardens and snip the adverbs only to thread them in our hair. we write with no guarantees, no certainties, no promises of what might come and we do it anyway. this is who we are.

Alice jumped from flagstone to flagstone, her face caught in the rainlight glow, her hand grasping for a touch of gold. The towns excitement was contagious, and the air was so thick with promise Alice could almost bite into it.

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

I grieve nothing. I take everything.