946 Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

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

I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind.

It hits me with a painful force, the reminder. Of just how much I love her. God, I love all of her. Her impossibilities, her exasperations. I love how gentle she is with me when we’re alone. How soft and kind she can be in our quiet moments. How she never hesitates to defend me.I love her.

Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner.

There was something about my face,she said, that she couldn't stand. Something about my eyes, the way I looked at her, the fact I even existed. She'd always tell me to stop looking at her. She'd always scream it. Like I might attack her. Stop looking at me, she'd scream. You just stop looking at me, she'd scream.She put my hand in the fire once.Just to see if it would burn, she said. Just to check if it was a regular hand, she said.I was 6 years old then.I remember because it was my birthday.

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

He leaves less than a foot of space between us and I'm 10 inches away from spontaneous combustion.

You're naked?" Kenji is suddenly studying my sheet and not bothering to be subtle about it. I flush despite my best efforts, flustered, frustrated. "Blondie said they destroyed my clothes.""Blondie?" Blond man is offended.

He looks at me with so much emotion I nearly crack in half."God, Juliette--"And he's kissing me.Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough.