Chiara

“More than that, he wanted to fall to his knees. This tremble inside him, this madness in his heart—it was all for her. All for her. He could hardly look at Alizeh without losing his mind; nearly four weeks he’d seen her only in his dreams, and he’d all but forgotten how finely wrought she was in real life, how delicate her features, how soft the curves of her cheeks. He came to life when she smiled, drew breath when her eyes brightened, died when she left a room. She’d smelled like roses. His roses.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“I want it all, angel. Not just your joy but your sorrow. Not just your hope but your fear, I want your anger and disdain, your frustration and contempt--”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“I’ve been waiting,” said Cyrus, “for this to be over.”
A spark of approval animated Rostam’s eyes. “And where have you waited, little one?”
Quietly, he said, “In the future.”
“Three hours of your life, lost.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“Every night a new facet of his soul died for her.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory