946 Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. I stay like this I stand like this I count like this until the feeling stops. Until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. There are never enough numbers.

How can you be ashamed of an attempt to be better?

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.

The possibility of losing him is 100 years of solitude I don’t want to imagine.

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

I think about what will happen if no one fights back. I think about a world where no one stands up to injustice.

The darkness is choking me.

He leans forward and I freeze. I thaw. I melt.

You are a monster!