Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “I have a pretty spectacular face.”

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

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253. “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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254. “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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255. “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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256. “I close the world away. Lock it up. Turn the key so tight. Blackness buries me in its folds.”

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257. “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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258. “He leans forward and I freeze. I thaw. I melt. “Juliette,” I whisper. “My name is Juliette.” His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In 17 years no one has said my name like that.”

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259. “I’ve always know who should be leading this resistance. Someone who’s got nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Someone no longer afraid of anyone? Should be me.”

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260. “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.”

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261. “I close my eyes and focus on breathing. ‘You can talk to me. Just don’t touch me.’ 7 seconds of silence join the conversation. ‘Maybe I want to touch you.”

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

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263. “I imagine this is what it feels like to fall apart.”

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264. “Who says you can’t be cute and kick ass at the same time?” Kenji winks at me. “I do it every day.”

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265. “Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.”

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

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267. “Eyes closed, feet dancing their way toward the pond, she was her own music, her body her favorite thing she’d ever owned.”

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268. “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.”

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269. “I’m starving my stomach is a tortured pit of starvation I’m so hungry so hungry so hungry I can’t even imagine what real food must taste like.”

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270. “We were two sad people stuck together.”

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271. “I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.”

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272. “Every day we feel further apart. And sometimes I think the harder I try to hold on, the more she tries to break away.”

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273. “I could no longer distinguish people from monsters.”

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274. “Juliette Ferrars, one of the most feared, most lauded heroes of our known world, is crying over a dog.”

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275. “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.”

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

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277. “I wonder if I’m just a punctured shadow of the person I was before.”

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278. “I don’t want to be anything for anyone but myself.”

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

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280. “My heart is a water balloon exploding in my chest.”

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281. “I just read anything I could find. Fairy tales and mysteries and history and poetry. It didn’t matter what it was. I would read it over and over and over again. The books, they helped keep me from losing my mind all together.”

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

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283. “I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.”

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284. “Save your stupid for later!”

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285. “My tears fall backward, burning as they singe their way down my throat.”

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286. “I would rather be dead, than go back to being silent and suffocated.”

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287. “I don’t have a closet filled with umms and ellipses ready to insert at the beginnings and ends of sentences. I don’t know how to be a verb, an adverb, any kind of modifier. I’m a noun through and through.”

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

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289. “I’d rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.”

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290. “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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291. “I had never, ever touched someone and felt like this: like I was holding electricity inside of me.”

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292. “My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.”

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293. “The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.”

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294. “And the stitches in my heart begin to pop. One by one.”

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

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296. “This was my miserable choice. I brought it upon myself.”

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

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298. “He’s such a social guy – and so popular around here – that sometimes I wonder where he got it from. In many ways he’s the exact opposite of me. He likes to let a lot of people in; I like to keep most people out.”

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299. “The afternoon our story begins, the quiet parts of being alive were the busiest: wind unlocking Windows; rainlight nudging curtains apart; fresh-cut grass tickling unsocked feet. Days like this made Alice want to set off on a great adventure.”

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300. “My body felt like it was now made entirely of nerves, like muscle and bone had been removed to make room for all this new emotion.”

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