Reveal Me Tahereh Mafi Quotes

He looks up, so slowly, gold lashes lifting to reveal more sadness and beauty that I've ever seen in the same moment. I didn't know a person could convey so much with just one look. There's extraordinary pain in him. Extraordinary passion.

Sometimes I feel so alone in this world I can’t even breathe

You were looking at her like you were in love with her!" "Jesus Christ, woman, I look at you like I'm in love with you!

Her eyes are big and bright and she's staring at me like she's just a girl and I'm just a guy and we're not both just a pair of dumbasses headed directly for the sun.

With her, it’s different. I never even realized just how much I was missing until we really got to know each other. She lets me talk. She doesn’t rush me. She doesn’t tell me to calm down or feed me bullshit lines or tell me everything will be fine. When I’m trying to get things off my chest she doesn’t make the conversation about her or her own problems. She understands. I can tell. She doesn’t have to say a word. I can look into her eyes and know she gets it. She gives a shit about me in a way no one else ever has.

It's like the people and places I love are nuts and bolts keeping me upright; without them, I'm just scrap metal.

Stand down,” he shouts, his voice booming. “Stop the vehicle immediately.” James pops his bloodied head out the open door. “What’d you say?” “I said stop-” James leans farther out the door, revealing a sophisticated automatic rifle. “I was just kidding, dumbass,” he calls back. “I heard what you said.” James opens fire.

Go away." "I'm not going anywhere," I shout back. "I want to talk to Juliette. Ella. Jella. Jello. Whatever.

Warner needed a minute to pick out a cute outfit and braid his hair.

I do not function properly. I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

Don’t you dare start crying. If you start crying I’ll start crying and we do not have time to cry right now. We have too much shit to do, okay? We can cry later, at a more convenient time. Okay?

But I can’t keep going like this. I’m falling apart, and I don’t have time to fall apart. People need me, depend on me.

I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I feel off, unbalanced. Aching for something. I'm losing sight of my purpose, my sense of direction. I always tell myself that I'm fighting every day for hope, for the salvation of humanity, but every time I survive only to return to yet more loss and devastation, something comes loose inside of me. It's like the people and places I love are the nuts and bolts keeping me upright; without them, I'm just scrap metal.

Because,” she says quietly, “I think you might be the best person I’ve ever met.

Why don’t my feelings matter? Other people get to experience a full range of emotions without judgment, but I can’t be anything but happy without making most people uncomfortable.

Stand down,” he shouts, his voice booming. “Stop the vehicle immediately.” James pops his bloodied head out the open door. “What’d you say?” “I said stop-” James leans farther out the door, revealing a sophisticated automatic rifle. “I was just kidding, dumbass,” he calls back. “I heard what you said.” James opens fire.

She's bathed in it. Glowing. More beautiful than ever, which is nothing short of terrifying, to be honest.

Here, in the dark, with my memories. Sometimes I feel so alone in this world I can’t even breathe.

Peor: no se como salir de aqui. ¿Donde esta el boton de expulsion para escapar de conversaciones con mujeres aterradoras y hermosas?

It’s like the people and places I love are the nuts and bolts keeping me upright; without them, I’m just scrap metal.

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.

Please, love. Just ignore it.” “What if something’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong,” he says. “It’s just Kenji.” “Kenji?” I hear some kind of shuffle, and my heart picks up. J always comes through. She always comes through. “How do you know it’s Kenji?” “Call it a wild guess,” Warner says. I ring the doorbell again. “Coming!” J. Finally. “She’s not coming,” Warner shouts. “Go away.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I shout back. “I want to talk to Juliette. Ella. Jella. Jello. Whatever.” “Ella, love, please—let me kill him.” I hear J laugh, which is sweet, actually, because it’s clear she thinks Warner’s joking. Me, on the other hand—I’m pretty sure he’s not.

Why don’t my feelings matter? Other people get to experience a full range of emotions without judgment, but I can’t be anything but happy without making most people uncomfortable. Everyone is used to seeing me smiling, being goofy. I’m the fun guy, the easygoing guy. I’m the one everyone can count on for a good laugh. When I’m sad or pissed off no one knows what to do with me.

So I look at Castle with spots of color on my cheeks and unspoken letters on my lips and eyes that refuse to reveal their secrets.

he and I have been through too much for me to doubt his love. But I feel off. Unsettled. I want to ask him why he kept all this from me. I want to demand an explanation. But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet, anyway. I think maybe I’m afraid to hear the answers to my own questions. I worry about what they might reveal about me .