Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “Mother often said that she could never be bothered to understand why Alice did the things she did, and now, more than ever, Alice thought never being bothered was a very lazy way to love someone.”

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302. “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.”

— Tahereh Mafi

303. “Let go of me,” I scream, but, oh, only in my imagination because my lips are finished working and my heart has just expired and my mind has gone to hell for the day and my eyes my eyes I think they’re bleeding...”

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304. “I’m an old creaky staircase when I wake up.”

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305. “But it’s my wedding day,” she says. “And I have nothing to wear.” “You’re right.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to kill him.”

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306. “Every single time you claim to understand even a fraction of what I’m feeling, I want to disembowel you. I want to sever your carotid artery. I want to rip out your vertebrae, one by one. You have no idea what it is to love her,” he says angrily. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine. So stop trying to understand.”

— Tahereh Mafi

307. “I love that the girl who blushes so easily in my arms is the same one who would kill a man for hurting me.”

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308. “Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future.”

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309. “Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I’ve likely given the poor man a heart attack.”

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310. “I need to cool off,” I tell him, trying to moderate my voice. I’ll be back to shave your head while you’re sleeping.”

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311. “You’re a coward,” he whispers. “You want to be with me and it terrifies you. And you’re ashamed,” he says. “Ashamed you could ever want someone like me. Aren’t you?”

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312. “I often felt like a very old person trapped in a young person’s body.”

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313. “I see women and children starving to death, homes destroyed and buried in rubble, the countryside a burnt landscape, its only fruit the rotting flesh of casualties. I see dead dead dead red and burgundy and maroon and the richest shade of your mother’s favorite lipstick all smeared into the earth.”

— Tahereh Mafi

314. “We’ve been shattered and reconstructed, told to make an effort every single day to pretend we still function the way we’re supposed to. But it’s a lie, it’s all a lie; every person, place, thing and idea is a lie. I do not function properly. I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.”

— Tahereh Mafi

315. “Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”

— Tahereh Mafi

316. “My dreams are bloody and bleeding and blood is bleeding all over my mind and I can’t sleep anymore.”

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317. “Because Warner is beautiful in ways even Adam isn’t.”

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318. “Beautiful enough to lure in prey, he said. Strong enough to clamp down and destroy, he said.”

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319. “My heart is a field of lilies blooming under a pane of glass, pitter-pattering to life like a rush of raindrops.”

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320. “I wanted to ask her so many questions but I didn’t because we don’t talk to people anymore because saying something would be stranger than saying nothing to a stranger.”

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321. “But I’m shocked by the tenderness in his voice. The sincerity with which he wants to know. He’s like a feral dog, crazed and wild, thirsty for chaos, simultaneously aching for recognition and acceptance. Love.”

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322. “Grieve nothing in this transitory world.”

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323. “I head straight into the living room, eager to put distance between me and whatever keeps happening to my head when Warner gets too close. I need air. I need a new brain. I need to jump out of a window and catch a ride with a dragon to a world far from here.”

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324. “And I pull her in, press my forehead to hers. “Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.”

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325. “I was tired of focusing on my anger. I was tired of focusing only on my memories of terrible people and the terrible things they’d said and done to me. I was tired of it. The darkness took up too much valuable real estate in my head.”

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326. “I felt blind and deaf at the same time, like i was moving through a fog, and i realized then- as i realizd everytime something like this happened- that i was never as strong as i hope to be.”

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327. “Why sleep when there are books to read.”

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328. “Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age.”

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329. “We were killing ourselves by trying to stay alive. The weather, the plants, the animals, and our human survival are all inextricably linked. The natural elements were at war with one another because we abused our ecosystem. Abused our atmosphere. Abused our animals. Abused our fellow man.”

— Tahereh Mafi

330. “I will give no one the satisfaction of my death.”

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331. “Try again,” he says slowly. “Stay calm. Have faith in yourself. If you don’t believe you can do it,” he says, “you won’t.”

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332. “Different women felt comfortable in different outfits. They were all beautiful.”

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333. “I need air. I need a new brain. I need to jump out a window and catch a ride with a dragon to a world far from here.”

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334. “I’m so thirsty I could inhale a waterfall.”

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335. “I don’t consider myself a moral man. I do not philosophize about life or bother with laws and principles that govern most people. I do not pretend to know the difference between right and wrong. But I do live by a certain kind of code. And somethimes, I think, you have how to shoot first.”

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336. “If I ever catch you putting your hands on him again, I will tear open your chest,” she says, “and rip out your heart.”

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337. “Ramadan was over. We celebrated, we exchanged gifts, and Navid devoured the contents of our entire kitchen.”

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338. “And I can’t help but be amazed at the power such small, unassuming animals wield over us; they so easily break down our defenses.”

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339. “I could live here, I think. Live where gravity does not know my name. Here I am unbound, untethered by the chains of this life. I am a different body, a different shell, and my weight is carried by the hands of friends. So many nights I’ve wished I could fall asleep under this sheet.”

— Tahereh Mafi

340. “Everything I want to say and everything I’ve wished to say begins to take shape, falling to the floor and scrambling upright. Paragraphs and paragraphs begin building walls around me, blocking and justifying as they find ways to fit together, linking and weaving and leaving no room for escape. And every single space between every unspoken word clambers up and into my open mouth, down my throat and into my chest, filling me with so much emptiness I think I might just float away.”

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341. “The darkness is like a black canvas punctured by a blunt knife, with beams of light peeking through.”

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342. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. I feel off, unbalanced. Aching for something. I’m losing sight of my purpose, my sense of direction. I always tell myself that I’m fighting every day for hope, for the salvation of humanity, but every time I survive only to return to yet more loss and devastation, something comes loose inside of me. It’s like the people and places I love are the nuts and bolts keeping me upright; without them, I’m just scrap metal.”

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343. “These are my soldiers. Standing single-file line in their assembly uniforms. Black shirts, black pants, black boots. No guns. Left fist pressed against their hearts.”

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344. “The darkness is choking me.”

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345. “My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together.”

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346. “That’s how I knew, for example, that Private Seamus Fletcher, 45B-76423, was beating his wife and children every night.”

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347. “Everything seems to be catching up with me at once. My failures. My cowardice. My stupidity. Sometimes I’m just so tired of this life.”

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348. “We don’t have to do anything at all to die. We can hide in a cupboard under the stairs our whole life and it’ll still find us.”

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349. “Sometimes I feel so alone in this world I can’t even breathe.”

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350. “I study every quivering branch, every imposing soldier, every window I can count. My eyes are two professional pickpockets, stealing everything to store away in my mind.”

— Tahereh Mafi