Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “My parents loved us but I wasn’t always sure they liked us.”

— Tahereh Mafi

202. “In just two days, one girl has managed to cripple me.”

— Tahereh Mafi

203. “He kept trying to be nice to me and, in an unexpected turn of events, his kindness left me angry and confused. I pushed him away because i was afraid to be even remotely close to someone who, i was certain, would one day hurt me. I trusted no one anymore. I was so raw from repeated exposure to cruelty that now even the most minor abrasions left a mark.”

— Tahereh Mafi

204. “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.”

— Tahereh Mafi

205. “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.”

— Tahereh Mafi

206. “Op de een of andere manier doet het me letterlijk pijn in mijn hart en toch kan ik maar niet ophouden de bladzijden om te slaan.”

— Tahereh Mafi

207. “It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.”

— Tahereh Mafi

208. “I’m really paying attention to my surroundings. All of a sudden my senses feel sharper, clearer; my entire being feels like it’s humming with a renewed kind of energy. I am electric.”

— Tahereh Mafi

209. “The pain became a drumbeat; a rhythm I could write a song to. It was always there, stark and steady, rarely abating. I learned to drown out the sound during the day, but at night it screamed through the hole in my chest.”

— Tahereh Mafi

210. “My past still clings to me, skeleton hands holding me back even as I push forward into the light.”

— Tahereh Mafi

211. “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

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

— Tahereh Mafi

213. “I’m too poor to afford the luxury of hysteria right now.”

— Tahereh Mafi

214. “You are not normal. You never have been, and you never will be. Embrace who you are.”

— Tahereh Mafi

215. “His smile is laced with dynamite.”

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216. “I want you to make a list of all of your favorite things, and I want to be on it.”

— Tahereh Mafi

217. “It’s not insane to imagine that sometimes even horrible people are searching for a way out of their own darkness.”

— Tahereh Mafi

218. “I felt like crying. I felt like crying and screaming all at the same time, but i didn’t want to give in to feeling. I just wanted to push through this. I wanted to survive it with out losing my head.”

— Tahereh Mafi

219. “I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i’d use to paint a million pictures.”

— Tahereh Mafi

220. “I’m wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face. His eyes scan the silhouette of my structure and the slow motion makes my heart race. I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage.”

— Tahereh Mafi

221. “It’s hot rain and humid days and broken thermostats. It’s screaming and raging steam engines and wanting to take your clothes off just to feel a breeze. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.”

— Tahereh Mafi

222. “Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never, ever sleeps.”

— Tahereh Mafi

223. “Every vertebra, every knuckle, both kneecaps, both hips. I am a pile of bones on the floor and no one knows it but me. I am a broken skeleton with a beating heart.”

— Tahereh Mafi

224. “My father couldn’t warm my frozen hands.”

— Tahereh Mafi

225. “I want to put a bullet through Adam Kent’s spine.”

— Tahereh Mafi

226. “The small hand of a clock taps me at one and two, three and four, whispering hello, get up, stand up, it’s time to wake up wake up “Wake up,” he whispers.”

— Tahereh Mafi

227. “I have nothing but a small notebook and a broken pen and the numbers in my head to keep me company. 1 window. 4 walls. 144 square feet of space. 26 letters in an alphabet I haven’t spoken in 264 days of isolation. 6,336 hours since I’ve touched another human being.”

— Tahereh Mafi

228. “Arrogance is false confidence. It is born from insecurity. Haider pretends to be unafraid. He pretends to be crueler than he is. He lies easily. Than makes him unpredictable and, in som ways, a more dangerous opponent. But the majority of the time his actions are inspired by fear. And that makes him weak.”

— Tahereh Mafi

229. “I never even tried. Because I let the world teach me to hate myself. I was a coward who needed someone else to tell me I was worth something before I took any steps to save myself.”

— Tahereh Mafi

230. “Maybe we both fell in love with the illusion of something more.”

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231. “It didn’t matter how unaccented my English was. It didn’t matter that I told people, over and over again, that I was born here, in America, that English was my first language, that my cousins in Iran made fun of me for speaking mediocre Farsi with an American accent – it didn’t matter. Everyone assumed I was fresh off the boat from a foreign land.”

— Tahereh Mafi

232. “I dressed the way I did not because I was trying to be a nun, but because it felt good – and because it made me feel less vulnerable in general, like I wore a kind of armor every day. It was a personal preference.”

— Tahereh Mafi

233. “I would happily watch the world go up in flames if anything happened to her.”

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234. “Come back to me, love. Come back.” I’m still struggling to breathe, desperately searching his eyes for answers. Explanations. “Where?” “Here,” he whispers, pressing my hands to his heart. “Home.”

— Tahereh Mafi

235. “We are hours and minutes reaching for the same second, holding hands as we spin forward into new days and the promise of something better.”

— Tahereh Mafi

236. “Winston hits a switch. The lights go out. There’s a rustle of blankets. “If I hear any of you talk,” Winston says, “I will personally send Brendan over to kick you in the face.” “I am not going to kick anyone in the face.” “Kick yourself in the face, Brendan.” “I don’t even know why we’re friends.”

— Tahereh Mafi

237. “He’s a hot bath, a short breath, five days of summer pressed into five fingers writing stories on my body.”

— Tahereh Mafi

238. “You’re my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?” “Yeah, kid.” He grins at me. “I do. And I can’t believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.”

— Tahereh Mafi

239. “Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.”

— Tahereh Mafi

240. “My body is cracking from the pain I have swallowed so Many times, heaving with sobs I can no longer suppress, my dignity dissolving in my tears, the agony of these past few days ripping my skin to shreds.”

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241. “Maybe it was enough, i thought, that i knew someone like him existed in this world. Maybe it was enough that our lives had merged and diverged and left us both transformed. Maybe it was enough to have learned that i love was the unexpected weapon, that it was the knife i’d needed to cut through the Kevlar i wore every day.”

— Tahereh Mafi

242. “I have a pretty spectacular face.”

— Tahereh Mafi

243. “I’m suspended in the moment. I blink and bottle my breaths.”

— Tahereh Mafi

244. “I’ve searched the world for all the right words and my mouth is full of nothing.”

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245. “These words are vomit. This shaky pen is my esophagus. This sheet of paper is my porcelain bowl. “Why won’t you answer.”

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246. “I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”

— Tahereh Mafi

247. “I close the world away. Lock it up. Turn the key so tight. Blackness buries me in its folds.”

— Tahereh Mafi

248. “His arms are tatted up, half sleeves to his elbows. His eyebrow is missing a ring they must’ve confiscated. Dark blue eyes dark brown hair sharp jawline strong lean frame. Gorgeous Dangerous. Terrifying. Horrible.”

— Tahereh Mafi

249. “Hell, he says, “I’ve finally found hell.”

— Tahereh Mafi

250. “I want her clothes off and the lights on and I want to study her. I want to unzip her out of this dress and take my time with every inch of her. I can’t help my need to just stare; to know her and her features: the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the line of her jaw. I want to run my fingertips across the soft skin of her neck and trace it all the way down. I want to feel the weight of her pressed against me, wrapped around me.”

— Tahereh Mafi