Phoebe

“It hits me with a painful force, the reminder. Of just how much I love her. God, I love all of her. Her impossibilities, her exasperations. I love how gentle she is with me when we’re alone. How soft and kind she can be in our quiet moments. How she never hesitates to defend me.
I love her.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

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

“And I pull her in. Press my forehead to hers. “Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.”
She leans back, just an inch. Looks up.
“And I,” I say, “I have never doubted you.”
“Never?”
I shake my head. “Not once.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“I’m sorry I ever asked you guys to be friends. You don’t have to be friends. You don’t even have to like each other. Forget I said anything.”
Warner drops his crossed arms.
Kenji raises his eyebrows.
“I promise,” I say. “No more forced hangout sessions. No more spending time alone without me. Okay?”
“You swear?” Kenji says.
“I swear.”
“Thank God,” Warner says.
“Same, bro. Same.”
And I roll my eyes, irritated. This is the first thing they’ve managed to agree on in over a week: their mutual hatred of my hopes for their friendship.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me