Top 500 Tahereh Mafi Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “I have officially, absolutely collapsed inside.”

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

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

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

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406. “Men with guns have never put me at ease no matter how many times they promised they were killing for good reason.”

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407. “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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408. “You’re a total catch.” “I know, right? I keep trying to tell people.”

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409. “They think I’m a doll they can dress up and twist into prostration. But.”

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

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

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412. “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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413. “I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.”

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414. “It’s raining. The world is weeping at our feet in anticipation of what we’re about to do.”

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415. “Everything I was, everything I did, everything I am, was forged from the twins of their action and inaction.”

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416. “It’s incredible how someone can look so right and feel so wrong. Kent is a lucky bastard.”

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417. “I’ve been here before, I tell myself. I’ve been lonelier than this, more hopeless than this, more desperate than this. I’ve been here before and I survived. I can get through this.”

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418. “We’re so good at masking our hunger until the knocks at the door cripple our dignity.”

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419. “And then she took it off, slipped it on my index finger, and said, ‘If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.”

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420. “I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.”

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421. “His glassy green eyes glint in my direction.”

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422. “In my less charitable moments I might call him a coward, but I get it. I’d opt out, too, if I could. I just don’t feel like I can. There’s still too much I’m willing to die for.”

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423. “Alice had hoped to be brave – she’d hoped she was stronger than her fears – but Alice was injured on the inside; and though her anger kept her upright, it couldn’t keep her steady, and from moment to moment Alice would slip.”

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424. “They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light.”

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425. “She is scared and broken, yes. But she is also angrey – and stunningly beautiful. I’m certain I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.”

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426. “We’re going to find time for happiness. Because how can we stand against tyranny if we ourselves are filled with hate?”

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427. “How can you be ashamed of an attempt to be better?”

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428. “It’s only when he finds my face that he meets my gaze; I step into the sea of blue in his eyes, dive right in and drown.”

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429. “I say something decidedly ungentlemanly under my breath.”

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430. “My organs are dead, my bones are cracked, my skin is a sieve, punctured by pins and needles of pain.”

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431. “But here, in the silent explosion of my heart, was a quiet that felt familiar.”

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432. “Winston points at my face. His eyes are a little unfocused, and he has to blink a few times before saying, “I like you. It’s pretty nice you’re not dead.”

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433. “He’s smiling like someone’s strung the stars across his lips.”

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434. “His perfect face. His perfect body. His eyes as hard and beautiful as frozen gemstones. He repulses me. I want his exterior to match his broken black interior. I want to cripple his cockiness with the palm of my hand.”

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435. “He stares until I’m blushing and I decide I hate him a little...”

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436. “It’s hot rain and humid days and broken thermostats. It’s screaming tea kettles and raging steam engines and wanting to take your clothes off just to feel a breeze.”

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437. “Mortification. I’m draped in it. Painted in it. Buried in it.”

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438. “She felt most comfortable in nature, where things weren’t required to look like the other in order to live together peacefully.”

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439. “There is a little I allow anyone to discover about me. There’s even less I’m willing to share about myself. And one of the many things I’ve ever discussed, this is one of them. I like to take long baths.”

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440. “Years of practice have taught me to bury my emotions as a reflex – especially in his presence – and it takes a few seconds for the feelings to emerge. They form slowly, infinite hands reaching up from infinite graves to fan the ancient rage I’ve never really allowed myself to touch.”

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441. “So I lie here, marinating in a sorrow I can never speak of, while regret consumes my heart.”

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442. “His smile is a vat of acid seeping into my skin.”

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443. “I can’t be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.”

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444. “My eyes flick up to the pane of glass punched into the wall. Pinks and reds filter into the room and I know it’s the start of a new beginning. The start of the same end. Another day.”

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445. “He has that kind of face. The kind of face that makes you forget where you are, who you are, what you might’ve been about to do or say. I’ve missed him so much. Missed his eyes.”

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446. “I worry that my sadness will be interpreted as an endorsement of his choices – of his very existence – and in this matter I don’t want to be misunderstood, so I cannot admit that I grieve him, that I care at all for the loss of this monstrous man who raised me. And in the absence of healthy action I remain frozen, a sentient stone in the wake of my father’s death.”

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447. “I’ve never read anything like this before. I’ve never read anything that could speak directly to my bones.”

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448. “My eyes are 2 professional pickpockets, stealing everything to store away in my mind.”

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449. “I want to fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating in the atmosphere.”

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450. “There is a distinct flavor of panic lodged somewhere underneath my tongue and I’m fighting to remember where it came from.”

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