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Quotes Galore : Shatter Me (Shatter Me #1) By Tahereh Mafi

Quotes Galore : Shatter Me (Shatter Me #1) By Tahereh Mafi

 

These days, I don’t really read much Young Adult anymore. It is nothing against that genre. I have just grown out of it and prefers book with a whole lot of steamy sex scenes *wink*

There are, however, a handful of YA books that I don’t mind reading over, and over and over again. And you guessed it, Shatter Me series is one of them. 

 I love bad boys. You know, the asshole i-don’t-give-a-shit-about-anyone-but-you type of guys? Unf. And when it is written just right?

 

Quotes Galore : Shatter Me (Shatter Me #1) By Tahereh Mafi Shatter Me Quotes

 

I. Will. Melt. 

Like butter on sizzling hot pan, I will melt and evaporate and fangirl in the high heavens. 

And you know what one thing that can top that? Is when said guy can hold his own. He has his own thing going on. He has his own agenda, his own game plan. 

If you haven’t already guessed it, yes, the guy that has his own thing going on? The guy who is an asshole to everyone but Juliette? The guy who can hold his own in a fight? The guy who is capable of controlling a whole sector of soldiers? The guy named Warner? Yes. He is in this book. And I am in love with him. 

 

Which is why, I am making this post as a tribute to everything that is hot and gorgeous and pure in this world. Yes, Warner, I am talking to you. 

 

  • I wrote a detailed review on the series, if you haven’t read it, please do because you are missing out on everything that is awesome and pure and just… please just go read the book.

Shatter Me (Shatter Me #1)

Destroy Me (Shatter Me #1.5)

Restore Me (Shatter Me #4)

 

 

“I always wonder about raindrops.

I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

I am a raindrop.”

 

I live in a world of nothing.
Hello.
World.
You will forget me.

 

“So why won’t you tell me your name?” He leans forward and I freeze.

 

I thaw.

 

I melt.

 

“Juliette,” I whisper. “My name is Juliette.”

 

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

 

In 17 years no one has said my name like that.

 

“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. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

 

“He’s smiling again and I’d like to take a picture. I’d like to stare at the curve of his lips for the rest of my life.”

 

“Look at me, is what I wanted to say to you. Talk to me every once in a while. Find me a cure for these tears, I’d really like to exhale for the first time in my life.”

 

“His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald I’ve ever seen.
He’s beautiful.
His crooked smile is calculated evil.”

 

I’m breathing so hard my frame is shaking. “You want me to torture people for you?”

 

His face breaks into a brilliant smile. “That would be wonderful.”

 

“Juliette.” One soft word and my joints are made of air.

 

“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 wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. ”

 

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.

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.”

 

“What’s your first name?” I ask him.

 

He stops. Surprised. Lifts his chin almost imperceptibly.
Focuses his eyes on my face until I begin to regret my question. “You want to know my name.”

 

I don’t do it on purpose, but my eyes narrow just a bit.
“Warner is your last name, isn’t it?”

 

He almost smiles. “You want to know my name.”

 

“You are a monster!”

 

Warner turns away so I’m staring at his profile. He clasps his hands. Changes his mind. Touches his lips. “I am only trying to help you.”

 

“Liar.”

 

He seems to consider that. Nods, just once. “Yes. Most of the time, yes.”

 

“You don’t know anything about me.”

 

“And yet you claim to know me so well.”

 

“At least I’m honest,” he adds.

 

“You just agreed you’re a liar!”

 

He raises his eyebrows. “At least I’m honest about being a liar.”

 

“You don’t understand that power and control can slip from your grasp at any moment and even when you think you’re most prepared. These two things are not easy to earn. They are even harder to retain.”

 

This square courtyard could be my ballroom.
I want to dance with the elements.
Warner grabs my hand. I turn around.
He’s smiling.
“This,” he says, gesturing to the cold gray world under our feet, “this makes you happy?”

 

I’m trapped.
Transfixed.
Slightly terrified.
His thumb brushes my cheek.
“Life is a bleak place,” he whispers. “Sometimes you have to learn how to shoot first.”

 

His smile is laced with dynamite. “Go to sleep.”

“Go to hell.”

He works his jaw. Walks to the door. “I’m working on it.”

 

“I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin I want to savor, at the color in his eyes I’d use to paint a million pictures. ”

 

“You are not allowed to speak to the soldiers,” he said. “If you have questions, you can find me. I am the only person you need to concern yourself with while you’re here.”

 

Possessive is not a strong enough word for Warner.

 

I clench my jaw. “What do you want?”

 

The smile is bigger than before. “That is a dangerous question.”

 

“I’m not in denial—”

 

“Of course you are. You don’t know it yet, Juliette, but you are a very bad girl,” he says, clutching his heart. “Just my type.”

 

“If I do this you’ll get rid of all the cameras in my room. All the bugs. Everything.”

 

He steps closer. Dips his head. He’s staring at my lips, studying me in an entirely new way. “My promises aren’t worth much, love,” he whispers. “Or have you forgotten?” 3 inches forward. His hand on my waist. His breath sweet and warm on my neck. “I’m an exceptional liar.”

 

“I’m sorry,” he pants, “I can’t—you can leave me—”

 

“We can’t leave you—,” Adam shouts, looking everywhere, drinking in our surroundings.

 

“That’s sweet, bro, but it’s okay—”

 

“We need you to show us where to go!”

 

“Well, shit—”

 

“I’d have to be blind to miss something like that. I mean, hell, just the way he looks at you. It’s like the guy has never seen a woman in his life. Like putting food in front of a starving man and telling him he can’t eat it.”

 

“And yet—” He laughs openly now. “You insist on making me the bad guy.” He meets my eyes. “I am trying to help you. I’m giving you an opportunity no one would ever offer you. I’m willing to treat you as an equal. I’m willing to give you everything you could ever want, and above all else, I can put power in your hands. I can make them suffer for what they did to you.” He leans in just enough. “I can change your world.”

 

He’s wrong he’s so wrong he’s more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.

 

But everything he said is right.

 

“Don’t dare to hate me so quickly,” he continues. “You might find yourself enjoying this situation a lot more than you anticipated. Lucky for you, I’m willing to be patient.” He grins. Leans back. “Though it certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re so alarmingly beautiful.”

 

“His perfect face. His perfect body. His eyes as hard and beautiful as frozen gemstones. He repulses me. I want his exterior to match his broken black interior. I want to cripple his cockiness with the palm of my hand.”

 

“Sometimes I think that if I stay very, very still, if I never move at all, things will change. I think if I freeze myself I can freeze the pain. 

If time stands still nothing can go wrong.”

 

“There will be a bird. It will be white with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. It will fly. ”

 

 

 



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