Top 500 Mariana Zapata Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “And it could be forever with someone who wasn’t afraid to never give up on the possibilities it presents.”

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352. “You’ll never meet anybody more loyal than him, Van, and I don’t know anybody better that Aiden could have ended up with. You might be the only person in the world who can put up with his ass. I just hope you two do something about it and not waste time.”

— Mariana Zapata

353. “You didn’t find real things by looking, usually.”

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354. “He was the end to my beginning.”

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355. “Do what you have to do to be happy, okay? No one else is going to do it for you.”

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356. “I was loved, I had a home, I had a job, and it was Friday. There wasn’t much else I really needed.”

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357. “A fan of that ass, more than likely, I figured.”

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358. “If I had to choose anyone to help me bury a body, eat dinner with, or watch television with, it would be you, every time for everything.”

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359. “You and me. Team Graves-Mazur. We signed a contract together. Sort of.”

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360. “But I would never forget the way his words made me feel. The way he made me feel right then.”

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361. “Maybe that’s the thing about being a parent: you can just hope what you’ve done is enough. If you care. You hope that the love you gave them, if you really tried, will stay with your child when they’re older. That they can look back on what you did and be content. You hope that they know happiness. But there’s no way of knowing, is there?”

— Mariana Zapata

362. “I understood all the individual words in the sentence, but putting them together in that moment was the equivalent of telling a blind person you wanted them to see something real quick.”

— Mariana Zapata

363. “I was a goner from the first time you gave me hell.” Aaron smiled. “Maybe even before then.”

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364. “I needed to calm down. Chill out. Relax – Someone smacked my ass. I didn’t even have to turn around to see the little boy, probably around five, zipping passed me like there was no tomorrow. “Booty!” he shrieked.”

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365. “I can and I am. When you love something you do whatever you need to do to protect it, isn’t that right?” He tilted his face down, making sure our eyes were meeting.”

— Mariana Zapata

366. “My middle finger twitched, but I kept it under wraps and with its brothers and sisters. We.”

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367. “His blink was innocent, so earnest, I had no idea what to do with it. “I don’t mind you.” I don’t mind you. I started cracking up – really cracking up – and I was pretty sure it sounded like I was crying when I was really laughing.”

— Mariana Zapata

368. “Tristan was many things. He was smoking hot, but also beautiful. He was also funny, smart, a jackass, and compassionate, among many other things. Two traits he was not: organized and neat. I’d been watching him fold his laundry for nearly twenty minutes, and I didn’t know how I managed not scream.”

— Mariana Zapata

369. “You can’t live your life bottling everything up. You need people, even if it’s only one or two, to believe in you, and as smart as that boy is, he doesn’t understand that.”

— Mariana Zapata

370. “You like having all those teeth in your mouth? Or you good with going home, missing a few of them?”

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371. “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.”

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372. “Not liking you is like fighting gravity.”

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373. “Real life didn’t allow things to happen when you expected them or needed them to. Wrong moments, wrost timing, and dealing with tough situations were a natural part of life.”

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374. “My birthday? Is he gay?” Eli asked me with a confused look on his face.”

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

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376. “Figure skating had always made me feel invincible. But more than anything, back then, it had made me feel amazing. I hadn’t known it was possible to feel like you could fly. To be so strong. To be so beautiful. To be good at something. Especially something I cared about.”

— Mariana Zapata

377. “A part of growing up was accepting that you could be nice to others but shouldn’t expect that kindness to be returned. Being nice shouldn’t require a payment.”

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378. “Every girl I’ve ever dated has been the devil. My best friend says I’m a magnet for the crazy ones and liars. Hope you’re all right. -Aaron.”

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379. “You’re asking me – oh, hell, my stomach hurts – to perform a felony, and your reasoning for having me do so is because you ‘like me as much as you like anyone,’ because you ‘don’t mind me,’ and because I’m ’even-tempered.”

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380. “He stopped after taking two steps and looked over his shoulder, his gaze going to my legs. “Do you ever wear pants?” “No.” I had shorts on, damn it. Plus, this was Houston. No female wore pants in the summer unless they had to.”

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381. “Why does Leia wear buns on her head? In case she gets hungry in a Senate meeting!”

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382. “You’re a better person than I am, and I haven’t loved anything the way that I love you, schnecke. I would say we’re tied,” he argued. His smile was gentle, his skin bright and flushed.”

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383. “And the only way you could move was by taking that first step, and sometimes it didn’t matter which direction you took it as long as you did.”

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384. “You could have just given me a band. I don’t care what everyone else thinks,” I kind of whispered as I slipped the wedding set onto the appropriate hand and finger. “I don’t care either, but I got it for you anyway.”

— Mariana Zapata

385. “I love you so much, if I can’t skate with you, I don’t want to skate with anyone else.”

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386. “I’ve seen you in your underwear and combed nits out of your hair, baby. I think we’re past that.”

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387. “I can work anywhere, and anyway, I’m here for you, not the team. Do whatever you need to do.”

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388. “Hey, you German bratwurst.”

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389. “You mean so much to me that that’s why whatever happens doesn’t really matter to me. Not like it used to. Not like it ever will again,” he finished, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes intense and heartbreaking. “You’re not ever going to be anyone else’s partner. Not while I’m alive, Meatball. I will drag your stubborn, beautiful ass kicking and screaming back to me because nobody else will ever be good enough for you.”

— Mariana Zapata

390. “There was nothing worse than comparing yourself to another woman because there was always going to be something that they had that you didn’t.”

— Mariana Zapata

391. “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. And there was nothing wrong with me mourning my mom for the rest of mine, even as I carried her love and her life in my heart. I had to live, but I could also remember along the way.”

— Mariana Zapata

392. “I’m fine not being the first man she’s ever loved because I know I’m going to be the last.”

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393. “Nobody else is going to watch out for you but you.”

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394. “Assault was against the law. But was it extra illegal to hit a teenager?”

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395. “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

396. “Before you, it’d been nobody. So just because I don’t know what your mouth tastes like yet doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to.”

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397. “Fine, but I don’t want to make you feel weird either.” His reply was low and steady. “I’ve seen you in your underwear and combed nits out of your hair, baby. I think we’re past that.” I focused on one thing and one thing only. Baby? Me?”

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398. “I couldn’t even find it in me a little bit to be embarrassed as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’ve wanted to do this a hundred times.” “What?” he asked quietly. “Hug you.” It took a moment, but the second his palms landed on the top of my head, I pressed my cheek against him. One of those big palms cupped the back of my head while the other landed right between my shoulder blades, and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “Baby girl.”

— Mariana Zapata

399. “Everything about him was serious and intent. “I know you think I wouldn’t care,” he said in that whisper voice that bled solemnness, “but I would. I do. We’re in this together.” My mouth suddenly dry, I nodded. “Yes.” “Trust me, Van. Tell me. I won’t let you down.”

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400. “It doesn’t really matter what something looks like if it isn’t what it truly is, no?”

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