Tahereh Mafi

I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r eI kiss my way across the words.Kissing away the devils.Kissing away the pain.

"I love you," I whisper. "I love you exactly as you are."

I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Sometimes it's the only story you knew how to tell.

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 in the world keeping me afloat.