Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

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

Im beginning to think of hope as a dangerous, terrifying thing.

It’s like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.

Maybe I was crazy to consider it, but I’d always hoped that if I were a good enough girl, if I did everything right, if I said the right things or said nothing at all—I thought my parents would change their minds. I thought they would finally listen when I tried to talk. I thought they would give me a chance. I thought they might finally love me. I always had that stupid hope.

For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind.But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.

So I take a deep breath.Step forward.Let go.10 seconds and Im trying to breathe9And Im trying to be brave8But the truth is Im scared out of my mind7And I have no idea whats waiting for me behind that door6And Im pretty sure Im going to have a heart attack5But I cant turn back now4Because there it is3The door is right in front of me2All I have to do is knock1Butthe door flies open first.

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 id use to paint a million pictures.

Juliette ? ” A tentative voice . “ Are you okay? ” I lower the pillow . Blink up . Warner is wearing a towel . A towel . I want to roll under the bed .

Hes looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he wont look at me and his next words are so, so soft. Because theyre dead, love. Theyre all dead.

Tell me what you want he [Warner] says desperately. Tell me what to do, he says, and Ill do it.

Because something inside of my heart is ripping apart and it feels like fear, it tastes like panic and anxiety and desperation and I dont know how to understand th image in front of me. I dont want to see Warner like this. I dont want to think of him as anything other than a monster.This isnt right

Selfish needs, wants, and desires needed to be obliterated. Greed, overindulgence, and gluttony had to be expunged from human behavior. The solution was in self-control, in minimalism, in sparse living conditions; one simple and a brand-new dictionary filled with words everyone would understand.

I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasnt crying.

Of course I remember you. My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.

The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. Its always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday its a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

I keep sniffing my skin, pleasantly surprised by how nice it is to smell like a flower. Ive never smelled like anything before.

A tired starving dog so thin and frail it looks like it could be knocked over by the wind. But its staring at me. Unafraid. Mouth opened. Tongue lolling. I want to laugh out loud. I glanced around quickly before scooping the dog into my arms. I dont need to give my father anymore reasons to castrate me, and I dont trust my soldiers not to report something like this. That I would play with the dog.

Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I dont think I even know what love is

It sounds crazy, to think that I cared so much without ever talking to you.