Furthermore Tahereh Mafi Quotes

She'd decided long ago that life was a long journey. She would be strong and she would be weak, and both would be okay.

Why must you look like the rest of us? Why do you have to be the one to change? Change the way we see. Don't change the way you are.

It was so much easier to fight for another than it was to fight for oneself.

Narrow-mindedness will only get you as far as Nowhere, and once you're there, you're lost forever.

Red was ruby, green was fluorescent, yellow was simply incandescent. Color was life. Color was everything. Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.

Studies have shown that thinking and wondering lead to thoughtful decision-making. It's an epidemic.

Love, it turned out, could both hurt and heal.

Alice would choose to love herself, different and extraordinary, every day of the week.

Best to introduce yourself to patience now, so that it might find you when you call upon it later.

She felt most comfortable in nature, where things weren’t required to look like the other in order to live together peacefully.

It is, after all, a simple and tragic thing that on occasion our unkindness to others is actually a desperate effort to be kind to ourselves.

The morning arrived the way Alice imagined a whisper would: in tendrils of gray and threads of gold, quietly, quietly. The sky was illuminated with great care and deliberation, and she leaned back to watch it bloom.

Oh, life had been a lonely one, but she knew how to pass the time.

People are so preoccupied with making sense despite it being the most uninteresting thing to manufacture.” He shook his head. “Making magic,” he said, “is far more interesting than making sense.

Alice was an odd girl, even for Ferenwood, where the sun occasionally rained and the colors were brighter than usual and magic was as common as a frowning parent.

But one day, she swore, she'd breathe light and color back into the dimness that had diminished her life.

How very important and infuriating it is to have to remind a smart person not to be so stupid as to give up on themselves.

Alice knew that being different would always be difficult; she knew that there was no magic that would erase narrow-mindedness or iron out the inequities in life. But Alice was also beginning to learn that life was never lived in absolutes. People would both love her and rebuff her; they would show both kindness and prejudice. The simple truth was that Alice would always be different—but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure. It no longer mattered how the world saw her; what mattered was how Alice saw herself. Alice

Laughter was a silk that would soften even the roughest moments.

Maybe it was not naiveté, but suffering, that inspired kindness. Maybe, she thought, it was pain that inspired compassion.

Alice dropped her head, because sadness had left hinges in her bones.

She could hear his heart again and she was immediately thrown by the beauty of it. The songs of his soul; the harmony within him: It was incredible.

Mother didn’t care for the oddness of Alice; she wasn’t a parent who was predisposed to liking her children. She didn’t find their quirks endearing.

Eyes closed, feet dancing their way toward the pond, she was her own music, her body her favorite thing she'd ever owned.

She could see all of Ferenwood from here: the rolling hills, the endless explosion of color cascading down and across the lush landscape. Reds and blues: Maroon and ceruleans. Yellow and tangerine and violet and aquamarine. Every hue held a flavor, a heartbeat, a life. She took a deep breath and drew it all in.

Love had made her fearless, and wasn’t it strange? It was so much easier to fight for another than it was to fight for oneself.)

Oliver felt much more than sorry for Alice. His heart had grown ten sizes since he’d met her, and the hours he’d lost her had nearly broken him.

Because somehow, even with the encumbrance of such an unfortunate and isolating occupation, she walked through darkness with elegance, navigating the corridors of life and death with a confidence he'd always secretly longed for.

The sun had folded itself away and the moon was in no hurry to replace it.

Unfold your heart. Sharpen your ears. And never say no to the world when it asks you to dance.

The afternoon our story begins, the quiet parts of being alive were the busiest: wind unlocking Windows; rainlight nudging curtains apart; fresh-cut grass tickling unsocked feet. Days like this made Alice want to set off on a great adventure.

Loving Father meant loving all of him—his open windows as well as his dusty corners—and she refused to love him less for secrets unknown. Alice had secrets, too, didn’t she? And she was beginning to realize that part of growing up meant growing tender, and that secrets were sometimes wrapped around tender things to keep them safe.

She did not allow the opinions of others to dictate who she was.

Being afraid meant it was okay to forget your manners. If you're afraid, you never have to be nice.

But, Oliver,” she said, squeezing his hand, “I didn’t like you because you were one of the most sincerely rude people I’d ever met. You were arrogant and unkind and a horrible, raging skyhole.

Suddenly she understood that it is a very hard thing, to be afraid of things, and that it takes up so much time. Suddenly she understood why Mother rarely got around to doing the dishes. “Does

Mother often said that she could never be bothered to understand why Alice did the things she did, and now, more than ever, Alice thought never being bothered was a very lazy way to love someone.

Alice had hoped to be brave – she'd hoped she was stronger than her fears – but Alice was injured on the inside; and though her anger kept her upright, it couldn't keep her steady, and from moment to moment Alice would slip.

Alice jumped from flagstone to flagstone, her face caught in the rainlight glow, her hand grasping for a touch of gold. The towns excitement was contagious, and the air was so thick with promise Alice could almost bite into it.

Geduld, Alice. Je kunt maar beter gauw vriendjes worden met geduld, zodat het naar je toe komt als je het later een keer nodig hebt." - Verdermeer - Tahereh Mafi (blz. 131)

Tomorrow the clouds would break open with a promise and a purpose.

He was a man who felt too much, and his heart was so large that things got lost in it

Als het erop aankomt, is voor iemand die pijn lijdt het geschenk van je tijd - en je liefde - het kostbaarst.

Their friendship had changed seasons.

Now, I’ll be on my way, thank you very much. It was awful talking to you.

Making magic is far more interesting than making sense.

I don’t mean to be cruel. It’s just that my heart is so thoroughly broken I fear I am beyond repair.

Laughter

He spent the next ten minutes giving a speech about the great day that is the day of their Surrender, and I can’t be bothered to remember it all (it went on for nine minutes too long, if you ask me), but suffice it to say that it was a heart-warming speech that excited the crowd and sent jitters up Alice’s skirts; and anyway, I hope you don’t mind but I’d like to skip ahead to the part where things actually happen.

Something like hope had whistled through the cracks in her heart, surprising her with a feeling she'd long forgot. It was then that Laylee looked at her trespassers with new eyes. It was then, dear friends, that she finally smiled.

She wanted to go home, yes, and she wanted to spend more time with Father and she wanted to eat tulips and sit by the pond, but even after all the trials and tribulations of Furthermore — or perhaps because of them — she didn’t think she could ever go back to an ordinary life. She knew she’d never say no to adventure.

Plotseling snapte ze dat bang zijn voor dingen heel zwaar is, en dat het vooral veel tijd kost.

Open je hart. Spits je oren. En zeg nooit nee tegen de wereld als die je vraagt om te dansen.

Mijn hart is gewoon zo ongelooflijk kapot, dat ik bang ben dat het niet meer gemaakt kan worden.

Je kunt maar beter gauw vriendjes worden met geduld, zodat het naar je toe komt als je het later een keer nodig hebt.

Waarom zou jij er net zo uit moeten zien als wij? Waarom moet jij degene zijn die verandert? Verander gewoon de manier waarop we kijken. Verander nooit wie je bent.

Lachen was als zijde die zelfs de akeligste momenten verzachtte.

Anders zijn betekende bijzonder zijn, en bijzonder zijn was een avontuur.

Laughter was a ilk that would soften even the roughest moments.

Alice would always be different—but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure. It no longer mattered how the world saw her; what mattered was how Alice saw herself.

Alice couldn’t explain why, exactly, but she knew now that things had changed between them. Oliver had become her friend in an absolute, uncomplicated way. She was done fighting him, and he was done lying to her.

He'd touched her arm, so, really she had no choice but to punch him. Her bangles were helpful in this regard.

He would tell her she was beautiful and she'd call him a liar and they would argue until she gave in. He never let her win, never let her convince him she was right. He fought harder for her than she ever fought for herself.

She dared to hope for a miracle.

Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.

My dear girl,” Tim said gravely. “Your father is in prison.” Alice heard her breath hitch. “And his sentence is very long,” said Oliver. “Oh yes,” said Tim. “It was made up of many words.

Beauty is easily forgotten in the face of death, decrepitude, and general unpleasantness.

On occasion our unkindness to others is actually a desperate effort to be kind to ourselves

with her broken heart she grieved: first, for herself

She had finally allowed herself to feel the pain she'd hidden from herself all these years, and she grieved, she grieved for the life she'd had, for the life she'd lost, for the years she'd wasted being inward and angry, for the friends she could've had, for the job she should've cherished

Want hoewel de magische chemie die twee harten aan elkaar vastklinkt nou eenmaal onkenbaar is, kon Olivier Vanoever niet ontkennen dat er iets met hem was gebeurd toen hij Laylee Layla Fenjoon voor het allereerst zag. Hij was op dat moment geraakt door een onzichtbare vorm van magie, en zijn emoties bleken niet meer te ontwarren. En dit is het gekke met gevoelens: Soms worden ze langzaam opgebouwd, baksteen voor baksteen zorgvuldig op elkaar gestapeld tijdens jaren van toegewijd hard werken. Eenmaal neergezet zijn dergelijke fundamenten onwrikbaar. Soms worden ze echter ook roekeloos neergekwakt, allemaal tegelijk, boven op je, met stapels stenen op je hart en je longen zodat je er zo nodig zelfs levend onder wordt begraven.

Het was niet zozeer de dood die ze vreesde, maar het doodgaan. Dit, deze machteloosheid in het zicht van haar sterfelijkheid, schroefde al haar moed los van de plek waar die thuishoorde.

Zelfs de sterken, wijzen en ouden wankelen echter bij gebrek aan medeleven en gezelschap, en terwijl baba zijn gekte had en maman haar onzin, had Laylee in hun afwezigheid de eenzaamheid de hand geschud. Duisternis had duisternis gevoed totdat al het licht verdwenen was. Ze kon zich niet langer herinneren hoe het was om zonder gebroken hart te leven.

Alice and Oliver has more in common than they realized: The two possessed passionate, rumpled spirits and they were both guilty of crimes committed of childish ignorance.

She looked up at the sky and wondered, as she closed her eyes, how this small, cluttered world had managed to make room for all her happiness.

Being afraid meant it was okay to forget your manners. If you’re afraid, you never have to be nice. Do you understand?

She tore off running. Out the door and down the path and through the meadow and into the field, past the pond and across the bridge and over the hill and up and up and up the tallest tree in all of Ferenwood. There she sat, heart bumping into bone, and decided she would not leave this tree until she dies. Or until she got bored. Whichever came first.

Being alive, she realized, was very tiresome.

Tomorrow she would dance her way to fame. To a future that needed her, expected her, required her.

The most recent trouble their little town had encountered was losing a few pigs to a particularly strong gust of wind, but that was a few days ago.

Alice has secrets too, didn’t she? And she was beginning to realize that part of growing up meant growing tender, and that secrets were sometimes wrapped around tender things to keep them safe.

Do you know how hard it is to have the power to change everything but myself?

But despite their strange and often uncomfortable relationship, Alice couldn’t help but want to make her mother proud.

Really, Alice, calm yourself. No one is judging you.” “Oh,” she said, blinking fast.

Now people can indulge in dinners and dreams only in the pursuit of pleasure.

Alice was so tired and full of tears and worries that she could almost understand what it was like to be a real grown-up.

Sometimes,” Oliver said, “I feel like my entire life is just a story I tell myself.

She knew she’d never say no to adventure.

She had become the mind of person who’d lived through hardship and survived with grace.

Oliver shook his head again. "It's inconceivable that he'd come here for no reason. Think, Alice. You're looking over something wildly obvious." "What's that?" She asked. "You." "Me?" "Yes," said Oliver. "You're underestimating how much your father loves you.

there was no magic that would erase narrow-mindedness or iron out the inequities in life. But Alice was also beginning to learn that life was never lived in absolutes. People would both love her and rebuff her; they would show both kindness and prejudice. The simple truth was that Alice would always be different—but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure.

A piece of advice, sweet son of mine: Never, ever again tell a woman she's not strong enough.

She’d decided long ago that life was a long journey. She would be strong and she would be weak, and both would be okay.