Samantha Dickson

“People are idiots, love. Their opinions are worthless.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“I mean , I’ve always known I had a great face. But now I know, like, for sure that I’ve got a great face. And it’s just so validating.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“This horrible half-grief has made me feel complicit in darkness. I worry that my sadness
will be interpreted as an endorsement of his choices—of his very existence—and in this
matter I don’t want to be misunderstood, so I cannot admit that I grieve him, that I care at
all for the loss of this monstrous man who raised me. And in the absence of healthy action
I remain frozen, a sentient stone in the wake of my father’s death.
I hated him.
I hated him with a violent intensity I’ve never since experienced. But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.
And it is this, my unrequited affection for my father, that has always been my greatest weakness. So I lie here, marinating in a sorrow I can never speak of, while regret consumes my heart.
I am an orphan.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“Warner told me he loved me, and in return I insulted him and lied to him and yelled at him and pushed him away. And when he had the chance to stand back and watch me die, he didn't.
He found a way to save my life.
With no demands. No expectations. Believing full well that I was in love with someone else, and that saving my life meant making me whole again only to give me back to another guy”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me