946 Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

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.

He’s standing at the front door, hands shoved casually in his pockets, no fewer than six different guns pointed at his face.

You shot Adam,” are the only words I can think of. My mind is muddled with disbelief. I keep seeing his beautiful body crumpled on the ground, red red red. I need to know if he’s alive. He has to be alive. Warner’s eyes flash. “Kent is dead.” “No –.

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

I can’t help but find it both painful and beautiful that Warner lost a mother and gained two brothers in the same week.

I feel so shy so suddenly. So blind, so unnecessarily bold.

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.

I’m feeling stupid. I’m feeling brave because I’m feeling stupid.

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.