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  • #1
    Thomas Wolfe
    “I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.”
    Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

  • #2
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #3
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #4
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #5
    Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another What! You
    “Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
    C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

  • #6
    Maya Angelou
    “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #7
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

  • #8
    “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

  • #9
    “Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #10
    “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

  • #11
    “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

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

  • #14
    “Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but these words, these words will kill me.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #15
    “Hope is a pocket of possibility.
    I'm holding it in my hand.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #16
    “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

  • #17
    “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

  • #18
    “On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #19
    “Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    “Love is a heartless bastard”
    Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me

  • #22
    “I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.”
    Tahereh Mafi

  • #23
    “The books...they helped keep me from losing my mind altogether.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #24
    “You sick piece of shit," Adam says to him, his voice low, measured.
    "Such unfortunate language." Warner shakes his head. "Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #25
    “I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #26
    “Sometimes I wish I could step outside of myself for a while. I want to leave this worn body behind, but my chains are too many, my weights too heavy.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me

  • #27
    “Moving forward is the only way to survive.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #28
    “You know there's a different side of yourself you don't want to recognize, a side you don't want to see in the daylight. You spend your whole life doing everything to push it down and away, out of sight, out of mind. You pretend that a piece of yourself doesn't exist. You live like that for a long time. For a long time, you're safe. And then you're not.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #29
    “We can hide in a cupboard under the stairs our whole life and it'll still find us. Death will show up wearing an invisible cloak and it will wave a magic wand and whisk us away when we least expect it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #30
    “There’s something simmering inside of me. Something I’ve never dared to tap into, something I’m afraid to acknowledge. There’s a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I’ve trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Begging to let go. Every day I feel like I’m reliving the same nightmare. I open my mouth to shout, to fight, to swing my fists, but my vocal cords are cut, my arms are heavy and weighted down as if trapped in wet cement and I’m screaming but no one can hear me, no one can reach me and I’m caught. And it’s killing me. I’ve always had to make myself submissive, subservient, twisted into a pleading, passive mop just to make everyone else feel safe and comfortable. My existence has become a fight to prove I’m harmless, and I’m not a threat, that I’m capable of living among other human beings without hurting them. And I’m so tired I’m so tire I’m so tired I’m so tired and sometimes I get so angry. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me



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