Amanda Wong > Amanda's Quotes

“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

“There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitionary world. It's the only way I know how to exist. In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything. Ignite, my love. Ignite.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Fear will learn to fear me.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Lift your hips for me, love.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Can you hear my heart? I want to ask him.

I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I loved making you mad," he says to me, his eyes wicked. "I love making you mad.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I am no longer afraid of fear, and I will not let it rule me.
Fear will learn to fear me.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“You’re perfect,” I tell him, so overcome I forget myself. “All of you. Your entire body.
Proportionally. Symmetrically. You’re absurdly, mathematically perfect. It doesn’t even make sense
that a person could look like you,”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Please," he says. "I'm begging you to stop."

I still.

"I can't stomach your pain," he says. "I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please," he says to me. "Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done nothing wrong."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, either," he says. "God, the only reason I'm not going to kill Kent for this is because I know it would only upset you more.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I don't think you're crazy." The world is blurring away as I watch it through the window. "And I don't think that you're a psychopath. I also don't think you're a sick, twisted monster. I don't think that you're a heartless murderer, and I don't think you deserve to die, and I don't think you're pathetic. Or stupid. Or a coward. I don't think you're any of the things people have said about you.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Good morning, sweetheart."
"I like that," I say quietly, smiling even though he can't see it. "I like it when you call me sweetheart."
He laughs then, his shoulders shaking as he does. He rolls onto his back, arms stretched out at his sides.
God, he looks so good without his clothes on.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“There are three things you should know about me, love." He steps forward.
"The first," he says, "is that I hate my father more than you might ever be capable of understanding."
He clears his throat.
"Second, is that I am an unapologetically selfish person, who, in almost every situation, makes decisions based entirely on self-interest. And third." A pause as he looks down. Laughs a little.
"I never had any intention of using you as a weapon.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“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?”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“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?” He drops his gaze and his nose grazes mine and I can almost count the millimeters between our lips. I’m struggling to focus, trying to remember that I’m mad at him, mad about something, but his mouth is right in front of mine and my mind can’t stop trying to figure out how to shove aside the space between us.
“You want me,” he says softly, his hands moving up my back, “and it’s killing you.”
I jerk backward, breaking away, hating my body for reacting to him, for falling apart like this. My joints feel flimsy, my legs have lost their bones. I need oxygen, need a brain, need to find my lungs—
“You deserve so much more than charity,” he says, his chest heaving. “You deserve to live. You deserve to be alive.” He’s staring at me, unblinking.
“Come back to life, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“He’s on his knees.
I bite back the moan caught in my throat just before he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant, kissing me with a kind of intensity that makes me wonder why I haven’t died or caught on fire or woken up from this dream yet. He’s running his hands down my body only to bring them back up to my face and he kisses me once, twice, and his teeth catch my bottom lip for just a second and I’m clinging to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my hands through his hair and pulling him into me.
He tastes so sweet. So hot and so sweet and I keep trying to say his name but I can’t even find the time to breathe, much less to say a single word.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“You are perfect," he says. "Every inch of you. Perfect," he says again. "Don't hide from me.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me