946 Quotes by Tahereh Mafi

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.

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

I’m suspended in the moment. I blink and bottle my breaths.

I have no idea what to expect I have no idea what my life will be like in this new place and I’m being nailed in the stomach by every exquisite embellishment, every lavish accessory, every superfluous painting, molding, lighting, coloring of this building. I hope the whole thing catches fire.

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.

Everything I want to say and everything I’ve wished to say begins to take shape, falling to the floor and scrambling upright. Paragraphs and paragraphs begin building walls around me, blocking and justifying as they find ways to fit together, linking and weaving and leaving no room for escape. And every single space between every unspoken word clambers up and into my open mouth, down my throat and into my chest, filling me with so much emptiness I think I might just float away.

Still, we took what we could get. We were wrapped up in each other, feeling happy and sad all at once, pretty much all the time.

Their hands are wrapped in gloves wrapped around guns that could put a bullet through a million possibilities.

You’re a coward,” he whispers. “You want to be with me and it terrifies you. And you’re ashamed,” he says. “Ashamed you could ever want someone like me. Aren’t you?