Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Find me a cure for these tears, I’d really like to exhale for the first time in my life.”

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152. “I’m nineteen years old,” he clarifies. “I’m a fairly impressive specimen for my age, I know.”

— Tahereh Mafi

153. “Ocean had given me hope. He’d made me believe in people again. His sincerity had rubbed me raw, had peeled back the stubborn layers of anger I’d lived in for so long. Ocean made me want to give the world a second chance.”

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154. “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 her. No one will ever hear me again.”

— Tahereh Mafi

155. “His eyes are the perfect shade of cobalt, blue like a blossoming bruise, clear and deep and decided.”

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156. “Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls.”

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157. “Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence.”

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158. “I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.”

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159. “Just because I’m going to hell doesn’t mean you’ll ever deserve her.”

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160. “My eyes break open. Two shattered windows filling my mouth with glass.”

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161. “So you’re exactly like a Venus flytrap. You reel ‘em in. Clamp ‘em down. Eat ‘em up.” I didn’t respond. “Mmmmm,” he said. “You’re like a sexy super scary plant.” I close my eyes. Covered my mouth in horror. “Why is that so wrong?” he said then bent down to meet my gaze. Tugged on a lock of my hair to get me to look up. “Why does this have to be so horrible? Why can’t you see how awesome this is?”

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162. “My eyes open to 2 eyes 2 lips 2 ears 2 eyebrows. I stifle my scream my urgency to run the crippling horror gripping my limbs. “You’re a b-b-b-b – ”“And you’re a girl.”

— Tahereh Mafi

163. “If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.”

— Tahereh Mafi

164. “I understood too well what it was like to feel like you were defined by one superficial thing- to feel like you would never excape the box people had put you in.”

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165. “I looked out at the world around me and no longer saw nuance. I saw nothing but the potential for pain and the subsequent need to protect myself, constantly.”

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166. “Hanging out with you has made me weird, J. All I do is sit around thinking about my feelings these days. Thanks for that.”

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167. “Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.”

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168. “Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don’t tell him.”

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169. “Juliette.” I close my eyes. He says, “I don’t want you to call me Warner anymore.” I open my eyes. “I want you to know me,” he says, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. “I don’t want to be Warner with you,” he says. “I want it to be different now. I want you to call me Aaron.”

— Tahereh Mafi

170. “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. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.”

— Tahereh Mafi

171. “Kenji is a walking paradox of Unflinchingly Serious Person and 12-Year-Old Boy Going Through Puberty all rolled into one.”

— Tahereh Mafi

172. “Very well then, Ms. Ferrars. Good luck, and godspeed. Our world is in your hands.”

— Tahereh Mafi

173. “Sometimes a book isn’t a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it’s the only story you knew how to tell.”

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174. “His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I’ve ever seen. He’s beautiful. His crooked smile is calculated evil.”

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175. “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.”

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176. “It is only in the desperate seconds before death that we realize the windows against which we broke our bodies were only mirrors, all along.”

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177. “I promise myself then, in that moment, that I will hold him forever, just like this, until all the pain and torture and suffering is gone, until he’s given a chance to live the kind of life where no one can wound him this deeply ever again.”

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178. “I don’t think you’re crazy,” I say. “And I don’t think you’re a psychopath. I don’t think you’re a heartless murderer. I don’t care what anyone else says about you. I think you’re a good person.”

— Tahereh Mafi

179. “The world tried to crush you,” I say, gently now, “and you refused to be shattered.”

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180. “And even when you’re ready to let go. When you’re ready to break free. When you’re ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend standing beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can’t find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you’re not enough never enough never ever enough. Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. Sometimes.”

— Tahereh Mafi

181. “I only know now that the scientists are wrong. The world is flat. I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I’ve been trying to hold on for 17 years. I’ve been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it’s nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.”

— Tahereh Mafi

182. “Death would be a welcome release from these earthly joys I’ve known.”

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183. “My body is a carnivorous flower, a poisonous houseplant, a loaded gun with a million triggers and he’s more than ready to fire.”

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184. “Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.”

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185. “I didn’t want to be draped in silk. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. I saw the world and its lack of compassion, its harsh, grating judgement, and its cold, resentful eyes. I saw it all around me.”

— Tahereh Mafi

186. “Happiness does not happen. Happiness must be uncovered, separated from the skin of pain. It must be claimed. Kept close. Protected.”

— Tahereh Mafi

187. “He reminds me of someone I used to know. One sharp breath and I’m shocked back to reality. No more daydreams. “Why are you here?” I ask the cracks in the concrete wall. 14 cracks in 4 walls a thousand shades of gray.”

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188. “You’re my bird,” I tell him. “You’re my bird and you’re going to help me fly away.”

— Tahereh Mafi

189. “We have lost our humanity.”

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190. “I’m having a panic attack, you inconsiderate ass.”

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191. “I mean, I wasn’t fine. I would be fine. But I wasn’t there yet.”

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192. “I don’t have the time, the energy, or the interest to deal with your problems.”

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193. “But how?” she says, her voice breaking on the word. “How do I get them out of my head?” “Set them on fire.” Her eyes go wide. “In your mind,” I say, attempting a smile. “Let them fuel the fire that keeps you striving.” I reach out, touch my fingers to her cheek. “Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all burn in hell.”

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194. “I cannot let the broken girl inside of me inhale all that I’ve become. I cannot revert back to another version of myself. I will not shatter, not again, in the wake of an emotional earthquake.”

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195. “I am not dramatic, okay? My presence just commands a certain kind of attention-.”

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196. “My eyes are filling fast with tears and I blink and blink. Our eyes blur the truth when we can’t bear to see it.”

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197. “I’m lonely but I’m not alone. My body works, my brain works, I’m alive. It’s a good life. I have to make a conscious effort to remember that. To choose to be happy every day. If I didn’t, I think my own pain would’ve killed me a long time ago.”

— Tahereh Mafi

198. “His eyes are two buckets of rainwater: deep, fresh, clear. Hurt.”

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199. “I have a great fear of drowning in the ocean of my own silence.”

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200. “Twice. Once for Adam. Once for Warner.”

— Tahereh Mafi