They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.
Tahereh MafiThis pen is my only outlet, my only voice, because I have no one else to speak to, no mind but my own to drown in and all the lifeboats are taken and all the life preservers are broken and I don't know how to swim I can't swim I can't swim and it's getting so hard. It's getting so hard. It's like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what's the point of screaming if you'll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.
Tahereh MafiGirls are always talking about electricity in their romance, but none are too happy to actually be electrocuted, apparently. Bloody confusing, is what it is.
Tahereh MafiAll I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Tahereh MafiOnly an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.
Tahereh MafiAnd we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.
Tahereh MafiHis lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that
Tahereh MafiIt's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Tahereh MafiI'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.
Tahereh MafiFriendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.
Tahereh MafiI want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.
Tahereh MafiI 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 MafiI am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Tahereh MafiOn 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 MafiI love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
Tahereh MafiFun fact #1 about pomegranates: Pomegranates are awesome.Fun fact #2: Pomegranates are like little explosions of awesome in your mouth.Fun fact #3: A lot of people think you're not supposed to eat the seeds of a pomegranate - but that's not true, people who tell you that are liars, and they don't know anything about life, and they should never be trusted.
Tahereh MafiPeople seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.
Tahereh MafiIโve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.
Tahereh MafiI spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.
Tahereh MafiSometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.
Tahereh MafiHis hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.
Tahereh Mafi