Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2023 Update)
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201. “It’s not insane to imagine that sometimes even horrible people are searching for a way out of their own darkness.”

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

— Tahereh Mafi

203. “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

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

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

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

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208. “I’m feeling stupid. I’m feeling brave because I’m feeling stupid.”

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

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210. “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.”

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211. “His smile is laced with dynamite.”

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212. “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.”

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213. “My parents loved us but I wasn’t always sure they liked us.”

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214. “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.”

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

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216. “I don’t mind his questions, I really don’t. It’s just strange to have someone to talk to. It’s strange to have to exert energy to move my lips to form words necessary to explain my actions. No one has cared for so long. No one’s watched me closely enough to wonder why I stare out if a window. No one has ever treated me like an equal.”

— Tahereh Mafi

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

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218. “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

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

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

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221. “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.”

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222. “I want to be able to feel you,” he whispers, his words at my ear. “I want your skin against mine.” His gentle hands move down my body. “Gosh, you’re so soft,” he says, his voice husky with emotion.”

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

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

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225. “I force myself to lock away the fear.”

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226. “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.”

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

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228. “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.”

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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.”

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230. “I have an extremely low threshold for disorder; it offends my very being.”

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231. “What’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard.”

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232. “We have lost our humanity.”

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233. “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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234. “This notebook might be all I have left of her. My hand is still hovering over the cover, tempting me to open it and find her again, even if it’s only for a short while, even if it’s only on paper. But part of me is terrified. This might not end well. This might not be anything I want to see. And so help me, if this turns out to be some kind of diary concerning her thoughts and feelings about Kent, I might just throw myself out the window.”

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235. “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.”

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236. “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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237. “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.”

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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.”

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239. “My eyes are two professional pickpockets, stealing everything away in my mind. I lose track of the minutes we trample over.”

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240. “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.”

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241. “No more Christmas, no more Hanukkah, no more Ramadan and Diwali.”

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242. “My mind is a maze of impossibility.”

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243. “I was so raw from repeated exposure to cruelty that now even the most minor abrasions left a mark.”

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244. “Hey,” he whispered. “Don’t do this, okay? Don’t give up on me. I’m not going anywhere.”

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245. “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.”

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246. “I want to hurt people all the time,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t sleep at night because I’m thinking about all the people I’d like to murder.”

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247. “You have to get it together, girl, or you’re not going to get through this alive. You have no idea what’s going on behind the scenes or what the other commanders have in store for you. Lena won’t be the last of us to arrive here, you know. And no one is coming here to play nice.” “Good. Let them come.”

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

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

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

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