“I want a pocketful of punctuation marks to end the thoughts he's forced into my head.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“I didn't want the clothes or the perfect shoes or the expensive anything. I didn't want to be draped in silk. All I ever… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“He's too much. Everything about him is too much. His emotions, his actions, his anger, his aggression. His love.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“Right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her. And I’ve fallen. So hard. I’ve hit the ground.… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
“That’s when I understand. Of course she’s not okay. Of course she didn’t get any sleep last night. Last night she almost killed one… — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share
