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  • #1
    “I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.

    I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #2
    “Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
    No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #3
    “Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #4
    Lemony Snicket
    “I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
    I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
    I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
    I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #5
    “Ignite, my love. Ignite.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #6
    “Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #7
    “It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #8
    “Why do you call her 'love'?" James asks. "I've heard you say that before, too. A lot. Are you in love with her? I think Adam's in love with her. Kenji's not in love with her, though. I already asked him."
    Warner blinks at him.
    "Well?" James asks.
    "Well what?"
    "Are you in love with her?"
    "Are you in love with her?"
    "What?" James blushes. "No. She's like a million years older than me."
    "Would anyone else like to take over this conversation?" Warner asks, looking around the group.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #9
    “And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #10
    “Time goes on even when we do not.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #11
    “The man is moody as hell.”

    “I am not moody—”

    “Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #12
    “Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #13
    “Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
    It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It's a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up.
    You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt.
    do I
    don't I
    should I
    why won't I
    And even when you're ready to let go. When you're ready to break free. When you're ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can't find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you're not enough never enough never ever enough.
    Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion.
    Sometimes it just won't let go.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #14
    “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
    In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #15
    “All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #16
    “I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #17
    “The moon is a loyal companion.
    It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
    Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #18
    “I've been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #19
    “I only know now that the scientists are wrong.

    The world is flat.

    I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for 17 years. I've been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #20
    “His smile is laced with dynamite. "Go to sleep"
    "Go to hell."
    He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #21
    “I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #22
    “The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone.
    H e l l i s e m p t y
    a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e

    I kiss my way across the words.
    Kissing away the devils.
    Kissing away the pain.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #23
    “I always wonder about raindrops.

    I wonder about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

    I am a raindrop.

    My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #24
    “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.”
    “Who’s Bruce Lee?”
    “Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”
    “Why? Was he a friend of yours?”
    “You know what,” he says, “just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #25
    “Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but these words, these words will kill me.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #26
    “It's not charity," I snap. "He cares about me--and I care about him!"

    Warner nods, unimpressed. "You should get a dog, love. I hear they share much the same qualities.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #27
    “Aaron Warner Anderson, chief commander and regent of Sector 45, son of the supreme commander of The Reestablishment.

    He has a soft spot for fashion.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #28
    “Hope is a pocket of possibility.
    I'm holding it in my hand.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #29
    “And I've fallen.

    So hard.

    I've hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've seen things that cannot be unseen.

    And yet I've known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching.

    Love is a heartless bastard.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me

  • #30
    “His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.

    Because this.

    This is everything.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me



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