Top 500 Mariana Zapata Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “Nothing about his expression or body language gave me a warning. “She’s my wife.” Time stopped. What the hell did he just say? “Handle it for me, would you, Muffin?” Aiden asked casually, digging into his back pocket and handing over his wallet like he hadn’t just said the freaking ‘W’ word in front of strangers.”

— Mariana Zapata

452. “Dex got into a crouch, slipping his hands under my arm pits. “I’ve got you, babe.” He had me up and out of the water before I could argue with him about it, both of us on our knees for a moment before he was helping me to my feet.”

— Mariana Zapata

453. “Grief was the final way we had to tell our loved ones that they’d impacted our lives. That we missed them so, so much.”

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454. “I forced a smile onto my face and patted my mom’s arm, ignoring the intense gaze coming from Kulti. “Maybe one day, Ma.” “I’m just telling you because I love you,” she said in Spanish, picking up on how her comment irritated me. “You’re just as pretty as any other girl, Sal.” “You’re all ugly. I’m hungry, let’s go,” Dad said with a clap of his hands, his face too cheerful.”

— Mariana Zapata

455. “I really missed hearing you talk, you know that?”

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456. “Vanya and his rescues. Always taking the things other people don’t want anymore, ever since he was a little boy.”

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457. “Life was a choice. You get to choose how you handle things. You get to choose how you deal with those things. You get to choose if a rose is beautiful or if its thorns are a menace to your fingers.”

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458. “As cheesy as it was, the best things in life aren’t easy or cheap.”

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459. “Are you crying?” I tried to clear my throat and went with the truth. “I’m about to.” “Why?” he asked softly in surprise. That thing moved around some more, sliding awfully close to my heart, and I tried to will it to stop moving. It didn’t listen. He’d pitched a tent. Set up chairs. So that I could go camping.”

— Mariana Zapata

460. “Could you get my girl a coffee?” His girl?”

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461. “Love was a weird word. What the hell was love? Everyone had such a different opinion on what it meant to them; it was hard to figure out how to use it.”

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462. “But I was a stubborn jackass idiot who wanted what she wanted come hell or high water, and I’d done what I wanted to do at an incredibly high expense.”

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463. “A year ago, back when we’d shared one bathroom, I’d accidentally walked in on Josh. He’d been buck naked and had yelled like I’d gone in there to kill him, screaming with two hands covering his privates, “Don’t look at my nuggets!” As if I hadn’t seen his little pistachios a thousand times before.”

— Mariana Zapata

464. “Baby, you make me wanna kill every fuckin’ guy that looks at you. You know what that’s like?”

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465. “If I’d learned anything over the last year and a half, it was the reality of how tough it was to live with your mistakes. I’d learned how hard it was to face them, and how much harder it was to own them. We all did things we regretted; we all said things we regretted, and guilt was a crushing weight on a person’s soul. And I wanted to be better. For me. Not for anyone else.”

— Mariana Zapata

466. “You’re the best player on the team. They won’t get rid of you.”

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467. “Josh and Lou had never told me anything about the clothes I wore – except for this one red dress I’d put on to go out with some friends from my going-out days that pretty much made me look like a prostitute. “No” was the one and only thing Josh had told me that night a year and a half ago before pointing in the direction of my room. “No, no, no,” he’d repeated again, shaking his head. “No, Aunt Di.”

— Mariana Zapata

468. “I missed my Crabby Pants, I thought just as my heart freaking pulsed. Oh no. Oh, no, no, no.”

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469. “The arm swiped at my waist from out of nowhere. Way too distracted, I realized it was Dex who had an arm wrapped around me, pulling me to his side. His fingers clenched the material of my cardigan.”

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470. “You gave me these pieces of you I know you haven’t given to anybody else, and they’re mine. You can’t take ’em back. I need them more than you do, you hear me?”

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471. “But Aiden wasn’t smiles and coyness. He didn’t know or care that he was unforgettable. He had a confidence that went deeper than that of a man who liked what he saw in the mirror; Aiden valued the skills he’d developed through hard work. He believed in every inch of himself. He cared about what he could do and pushed himself to be better than he was the day before, not any of the external crap so many other people valued so much.”

— Mariana Zapata

472. “I’m a little disappointed there isn’t a Chinese symbol for strength.” The laugh that exploded out of him only made me laugh too. “Your skin is really soft too, do you moisturize?” He kept on laughing. “No. They aren’t something I want to last. Not anymore.” “So what you’re trying to say is that your skin is just naturally soft?”

— Mariana Zapata

473. “I’m good!” I yelled back. “Are you?” “Scarred for life watching you grab Dad’s butt like that, but I’ll get over it. Thanks for wondering!” he hollered sarcastically before shaking his head and closing the door.”

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474. “You’re the only person I would want to do this with me.”

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475. “Oh, I know. Trust me.” I blinked. “Or don’t.” The German gave an exaggerated sigh. “You are my best friend.”

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476. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, looking down at his hand like he couldn’t believe what he’d done.”

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477. “I’m not going to give and give and give to someone who doesn’t want what I have to share. My parents have done it to me, my siblings have done it to me, everyone does it to me when I let them, and you’re going to be the last person who makes me feel like a freaking nuisance.”

— Mariana Zapata

478. “One of the arms around me moved, and what had to be his hand landed on the back of my head, fingers dipping into my hair, running through the ends before coming back up to do it all over again. “Ten more seconds,” I mumbled into my hands, into his shirt, into him. “Ten more seconds,” he agreed into my cheek, his hand cupping the back of my head again.”

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479. “There were moments in life where you asked yourself if you did drugs without realizing it.”

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480. “You go and I’m comin’ after you, babe.”

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481. “No. You mean so much more to me, and you know it.”

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482. “Do those freckles go everywhere?”

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483. “He was aloe vera, rough and prickly on the outside, but the inside held all the gooey goodness.”

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484. “Come here.” His voice seemed to rumble across the sheets. “Where?” I was already next to him. I rolled onto my side. “Closer, Van,” he ordered, exasperated.”

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485. “Ivan’s leg hit mine, and I couldn’t help but twist my upper body enough to face him, pressing my lips together so that I wouldn’t start laughing. Two glassy gray-blue eyes met mine, and it was obvious that he was trying not to laugh too.”

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486. “Stop looking at me, I mouthed. No, he mouthed back.”

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487. “Someone had told me once that you couldn’t make everyone happy, and I’d kept that close to my chest for a very long time. Once you reluctantly accepted that people were always going to judge you no matter what, it got a little easier to deal with having people dislike you.”

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488. “But there were things in life you couldn’t do unless you stepped out of your comfort zone and took a risk, and working for myself was one of them.”

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489. “What I wanted was him forever, but I’d take what i could get.”

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490. “I hope someday that if I’m gone, someone loves me enough to miss me for the rest of their life.”

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491. “Something came down over my eyes and I realized that the German had pulled his beanie down over my head. “Hold this,” he said, continuing to tug the material down over my nose.”

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492. “I would rather stay home.” He nudged me. “Or at your home.”

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493. “To have this man care about me, not just a little bit, but enough that it tipped the axis of his temperament, calmed me. It was an anchoring acknowledgment.”

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494. “As much as I’d been telling myself over the last two days that I’d imagined being a wee bit in love with him, my heart held on to the truth. I was. I hated it, but I was. I recognized it, sensing that stir in my chest. I was falling, if not more than a little, in love with Aiden. My husband of convenience.”

— Mariana Zapata

495. “Luna. I’m tired, baby.” Rip sighed, giving me a gentle squeeze.”

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496. “Because it was easy to forget that love was complicated. That someone could love you and want the best for you, and at the same time, break you in half. There was such thing as loving someone the wrong way. It was possible to love someone too much. Too forcefully.”

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497. “You didn’t know what it was like to be alone until you didn’t have people who could or would notice if you went missing.”

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498. “Let me see.” “I’m all right,” I insisted, debating whether or not to bend over and grab my bag. “You are the worst liar I have ever met,” he said. “Pull up your shirt or I’ll do it for you.”

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499. “Looking back on it, it’s weird thinking about the moments you don’t realize are important. The sentences, the touches, the actions that seem so innocent in that second, you take them for granted. The words that make water into wine in the course of your life.”

— Mariana Zapata

500. “This isn’t about you writing for me, Roro. I love you.” The arm over my shoulders stiffened, and Rhodes’s voice dropped as he grumbled, “Not enough.”

— Mariana Zapata