Quotes Galore : Destroy Me (Shatter Me #1.5) By Tahereh Mafi

Quotes Galore : Destroy Me (Shatter Me #1.5) By Tahereh Mafi


When it comes to novella, I think I can proudly say that I have read my fair share of them. To be quite honest, they are not my cup of tea. As novellas either make me bored to the point of death, or they make me feel as if I want to run to the closest bookstore and buy the entire series.

Truly. When it comes to novella, there is no in between. 

And out of all the novellas I have read so far, Destroy Me will forever remain to be one of my favorite novella, ever. You would have to be a pretty hardcore writer to be able to top my love for this book. I mean, obviously the writing play a big part on just how much I adore this book. But, the one true reason why I fell head over heels in love with Destroy Me was because of one character, and one character only. Warner.

There is no denying my love for him. It is endless. No, don’t even try to argue that point. Yes, I know what I am talking about, and yes, my love and adoration for Warner is forever.

So can you already imagine what a fangirl does when a novella about Warner was published, a book that was written entirely from his point of view?

It was exactly just like what you imagined. We scream, and cry, and squeal and shake our booties.

After that?

We devour the entire book in a matter of hours. 


  • And I also wrote a detailed review on the series, feel free to check it out : 

Shatter Me (Shatter Me #1)

Destroy Me (Shatter Me #1.5)

Restore Me (Shatter Me #4)



“Sometimes I wish I could step outside of myself for a while. I want to leave this worn body behind, but my chains are too many, my weights too heavy. This life is all that’s left of me.”


“I lost sight of my purpose and my greater goal; the entire reason I brought her on base. I was stupid. Careless.
But the truth is, I was distracted.
By her.”


“In just two days, one girl has managed to cripple me.
I’ve taken even more of these disgusting pills, but I feel weaker than I did this morning. I thought I could ignore the pain and inconvenience of a wounded shoulder, but the complication refuses to diminish. I am now wholly dependent on whatever will carry me through these next weeks of frustration. Medicine, medics, hours in bed.


All this for a kiss.


It’s almost unbearable.”


“I want to tell her to stop, to leave, but parts of me are at war. I’m happy to have her close even if it hurts, even if it doesn’t make any sense.”


“Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.”


“I watched the unassuming outline of this girl I could not see and did not know, and I felt an unbelievable amount of respect for her. I admired her, envied her composure—her steadiness in the face of all she’d been forced to endure. I don’t know that I understood what it was, exactly, I was feeling at the time, but I knew I wanted her all to myself.
I wanted to know her secrets.”


“It’s like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.”


“My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.


My mind, I hope, will soon be found.”


I grieve nothing.


I take everything.


This is my life.
This sorry world.


It’s like running from one prison to another; an existence wherein there is no relief, no refuge. Where even my own mind is a traitor.


“I don’t consider myself a moral man. I do not philosophize about life or bother with the laws and principles that govern most people. I do not pretend to know the difference between right and wrong. But I do live by a certain kind of code. And sometimes, I think, you have to learn how to shoot first.”


“I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.”


“People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time. Put a man in a room with something he’s hidden and then ask him where he’s hidden it; he’ll tell you he doesn’t know; he’ll tell you you’ve got the wrong man; but he’ll almost always glance at its exact location.”


“I’ve wanted few things in this life.
I’ve asked for nothing from no one.
And now, all I’m asking for is another chance. An opportunity to see her again.”


“I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
And I’ve fallen.
So hard.
I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.”


“This girl is destroying me.
A girl who has spent the last year in an insane asylum. A girl who would try to shoot me dead for kissing her. A girl who ran off with another man just to get away from me.
Of course this is the girl I would fall for.”


“But there’s something about the way she looks at me that always makes me feel insignificant, as if she’s the only one who’s realized I’m entirely hollow inside. She’s found the cracks in this cast I’m forced to wear every day, and it petrifies me.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.”





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