Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “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.”

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352. “I forget, sometimes, that there are people out there who still manage to smile everyday, despite everything.”

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353. “Kill because they’re bad, and we’re good. Kill because we tell you to. Because some people are so stupid that they actually think there are thick neon lines separating good and evil.”

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354. “But time is beyond our finite comprehension. It’s endless, it exists outside of us; we cannot run out of it or lose track of it or find a way to hold on to it. Time goes on even when we do not.”

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355. “This isn’t about Adam or Warner,” I tell him, “This is about me and what I want. This is about me finally understanding where I want to be in ten years. Because I’m going to be alive, Kenji. I will be alive in ten years, and I’m going to be happy. I’m going to be strong. And I don’t need anyone to tell me that anymore. I am enough, and I always will be.”

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356. “No one is ever close enough. I suck in my breath and wait for him to walk away like everyone else in my life. I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be angry angry angry.”

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

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358. “And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.”

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359. “In my very limited experience I’ve already found that people seeking power are not to be trusted.”

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360. “Juliette,” I whisper. “My name is Juliette.”

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361. “He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.”

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362. “Realization is ice-cold water and it’s dripping down my back.”

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363. “He still has the most unusually blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Dark and deep and drenched in passion. I always wondered what it’d be like to see the world through such a beautiful lens. I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently.”

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364. “It’s strange. How hollow i feel. Like there might be echoes inside of me. Like I’m one of those chocolate rabbits they used to sell around Easter, the ones that were nothing more than a sweet shell encapsulating a world of nothing. I’m like that. I encapsulate a world of nothing.”

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365. “Oh, life had been a lonely one, but she knew how to pass the time.”

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366. “Juliette.” His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second.”

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367. “I don’t know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read the book written in his eyes.”

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368. “They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes. It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.”

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369. “This is the antonym of excellent.”

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370. “He raises his eyebrows. “At least I’m honest about being a liar.”

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371. “Sometimes I wonder if the planets are still up there, still aligned, still managing to get along after all this time. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from them.”

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372. “Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree.”

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373. “I feel like I’ve been fitted for wings.”

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374. “I realize I’m paying attention to nothing but the dandelions blowing wishes in my lungs.”

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375. “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. Everyday it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of life. The Moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

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376. “It’s like I’ve been stuffed full of twigs and all I have to do is bend and my body will break. All the guilt, the anger, the frustration, the pent-up aggression inside of me has found an outlet and now it can’t be controlled.”

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377. “That this isn’t just a factory. It’s a slaughterhouse. I.”

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378. “His lips are so close to my ear I’m water and nothing and everything and melting into a wanting so desperate it burns as I swallow it down.”

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379. “I follow his eyes to the pane of glass separating us from reality and I wait for his lips to part; I wait to listen to him speak. And then I try to pay attention as his words bounce around in the haze of my head, fogging my senses, misting my eyes, clouding my concentration.”

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380. “She saved my life, that’s for sure. Reached out a hand in the darkness. Pulled me out.”

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381. “And every moment in the world drops dead just then, because they woke up and realized they’d never be as important as this one.”

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382. “I’ve seen a lot of strange things in my life, but I never thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing Kishimoto shut his mouth for longer than five minutes.”

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383. “There are wire cutters carving holes in my heart.”

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384. “My bones are like cubes of ice clinking together, chilling me to my core.”

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385. “His lips are spelling secrets and my ears are spilling ink, staining my skin with his stories.”

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386. “You have disappointed me in so many ways,” he says, his voice deceptively soft. “Please don’t let this be another.”

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387. “The morning arrived the way Alice imagined a whisper would: in tendrils of gray and threads of gold, quietly, quietly. The sky was illuminated with great care and deliberation, and she leaned back to watch it bloom.”

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388. “Alice dropped her head, because sadness had left hinges in her bones.”

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389. “Be careful with that ,” I said, nodding at the paper, “because if you text me too much, you’ll have to marry me. It’s the rules in my religion.”

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390. “Castle’s easy grin dances into the room before he does.”

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

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392. “How can I hate his anger,” he says, “when I know so well where it comes from?”

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393. “Because I was an idiot for thinking things could be different. For thinking you were a fluke. For thinking my life could ever be better than it was, that I could ever be better than I was.”

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394. “Because these words I write down are the only proof I have that I’m still alive.”

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395. “I’m so scared that if I move even an inch, my body will snap in half and everyone will see that my insides are made up of nothing but all the tears I’m swallowing back right now.”

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396. “I have officially, absolutely collapsed inside.”

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397. “We breathe when we’re wrong, we breathe when we’re right, we breathe even as we slip off the ledge toward an early grave. It cannot be undone. So I breathe.”

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398. “Best to introduce yourself to patience now, so that it might find you when you call upon it later.”

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399. “He destroyed her dress the night before our wedding. Like a monster. I’m going to murder him.”

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400. “Having a cellmate might be okay. Talking to a real human being might make things easier. I practice using my voice, shaping my lips around the familiar words unfamiliar to my mouth. I practice all day. I’m surprised I remember how to speak.”

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