Fracture Me Tahereh Mafi Quotes

All I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.

She's trying so hard to be okay --- to make it all this shit okay --- but sometimes it's like the world just won't let her. The hits keep coming, and she keeps hurting.

Okay then. Let’s go get our girl back." "My girl," I correct him. "She’s my girl." Kenji snorts as we head in the direction of the compounds. "Right. Minus the part where she’s not actually your girl. Not anymore." "Shut up." "Uh-huh." "Whatever.

You want to keep your little brother alive? Make sure you don't kill yourself while you're trying to save him.

Can't look at you." "Too pretty.

Every day we feel further apart. And sometimes I think the harder I try to hold on, the more she tries to break away.

Save your stupid for later!

The tension is so thick it's practically its own person, taking up a seat we don't have to spare.

He likes to let a lot of people in; I like to keep most people out.

Take me back," I tell him, shifting a little. The world tilts and steadies all at once. "Alert the medics and have a bed prepared for our arrival. In the meantime, elevate my arm and continue applying direct pressure to the wound. The bullet has broken or fractured something, and this will require surgery.

He’s such a social guy—and so popular around here—that sometimes I wonder where he got it from. In many ways he’s the exact opposite of me. He likes to let a lot of people in; I like to keep most people out.

My girl. She's my girl.

if I considered other people's mediocre standards a sufficient metric by which to measure my own accomplishments, I'd never have amounted to anything. - Aaron Warner

I am so horribly attracted to him.

might walk onto that battlefield with a beating heart and be dragged off with a dead one.

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 of her closest friends. She’d just started trusting herself and not being afraid of herself; now she’s back to where she started. Shit. I’m already sorry I even brought it up.

In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction. They

Adam has to work to defend himself against me and I’m exhausting him. I’m making him sick and I’m weakening his body and if he ever slips again. If he ever forgets. If he ever makes a mistake or loses focus or becomes too aware of the fact that he’s using his gift to control what I might do—

She looks different—a little scary, even. Somehow, that worries me even more.

Aren’t you in love with this girl? Where’s the fire under your ass? I thought you would be dying to get to her right now—

Besides, it’d be a shame to lose such a pretty face.

Is it because I intimidate you, Kent? Am I making you nervous?

Because you’re a dumbass,” he says again.

Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?” “What?” He looks mortally offended. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’s never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?

SHATTER ME has RESTORED ME and you have to BELIEVE ME because it IGNITED ME and you cannot DEFY ME, if you do, you will FRACTURE ME and DESTROY ME. if you want to UNRAVEL ME then you have to IMAGINE ME to REVEAL ME but you can never SHADOW ME.

The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.

We’re supposed to be doing something, but we’re standing here for some bullshit reason I can’t understand because Juliette is scared or Kenji is sick and I guess the truth is we’re just a bunch of crappy teenagers, two of whom can barely stand up straight or fire a weapon, and it’s unacceptable.

James gives my life purpose.

More overwhelming than just my mind. It’s like fear has become me; it wears my body like an old suit.

She’s not a soldier; she doesn’t know how to fight; and she has no idea how to use her powers, not really, which makes things even worse. It’s basically like giving a toddler a stick of dynamite and telling him to walk into a fire.

I imagine someone’s given me a book to read, a story to take me away from the torture of my own mind. I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind.

I’ve always had to make myself submissive, subservient, twisted into a pleading, passive mop just to make everyone else feel safe and comfortable. My existence has become a fight to prove I’m harmless, that I’m not a threat, that I’m capable of living among other human beings without hurting them.

Don’t go,” he whispers, eyes on my notebook again. “Please,” he says. “Sit with me. Stay with me.

You say you love me,” he says. “And I know I love you.” He looks up, meets my eyes. “So why the hell can’t we be together?

Yes. Good. Let her stay behind where she won’t get hurt. “I’ll be okay,” she says. I swear under my breath.

I might walk onto that battlefield with a beating heart and be dragged off with a dead one.

Kenji grins. “Okay then. Let’s go get our girl back.” “My girl,” I correct him. “She’s my girl.

Kenji snorts as we head in the direction of the compounds. “Right. Minus the part where she’s not actually your girl. Not anymore.

It is,” Alia says. I’ve never heard her speak before, and I’m surprised by the softness of her voice. “They

We have to get everyone out of there—all the ones we left behind—” Only then does it hit me. “James.

Kenji is the only one who’s still trying to keep us alive. He’s the only one with any sense of self-preservation left, and I think it’s because of Castle. Because no one is leading us anymore, and someone has to step up.

Okay,” I sigh. “Of course. What do we have to do?

...kiedy postanowiłam stanąć na Księżycu, wziąłeś mnie za rękę, przytuliłeś i pomogłeś mi wzbić się w niebo

jestem echem tego, co było kiedyś

tylko krople deszczu przypominają mi, że chmury mają bijące serca

zamykam świat. na klucz. przekręcam klucz do oporu.

zaciskam powieki, chciałabym móc je zaszyć

obiecuję historię z milionem szczęśliwych przymiotników

chciałabym napełnić usta deszczem, napakować śniegu do kieszeni, chciałabym obrysować palcem żyłki w liściu, który spadł z drzewa i poczuć na nosie smagnięcia wiatru

stałam się szeptem, którego nigdy nie było

każdy centymetr mojego ciała oblewa się rumieńcem

rzeczywistość uderza mnie po twarzy

spędzałam życie wsunięta między kartki książek

moje serce zamienia się w parę skrzydeł trzepoczących w przełyku

obejmuje palcami jego wyobrażenie w swojej dłoni i zasypiam

jego twarz jest lasem emocji

czuję tylko dmuchawce, które spełniają życzenia w moich płucach

Sometimes I think this whole movement is led by a bunch of idiots.

the subject, “I have

You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt. do I don't I should I why won't I

Adam.” I try to laugh and my lips trip on a stifled sob. “I’d recognize your eyes anywhere in the world.

I love you,” I whisper. “So much more than you will ever know.

I’m good at everything,” he points out. “Humble, too.” “And really good-looking.

A weak link can bring everything down with it, and I don’t think this is the time to be taking chances.

She’s not a soldier; she doesn’t know how to fight; and she has no idea how to use her powers, not really,