Words Have the Power to Change Us--Unravel Me Edition

Ok, SO after being completed obsessed and gushing over Unravel Me and Shatter Me...oh wait, and Destroy Me, I HAD to create a post all on it's own devoted to my favorite quotes...yes there are a lot...and not to get all emo on ya, but for real, taking out some of Juliette's whining, it scares me a little how much I can relate to her. These quotes strike at my heart and I love love LOVE Tahereh Mafi even more for it :)

no, I know NOTHING about html and manipulating it BUT I googled and googled and FINALLY found how to do this bordered text thing...took me freaking forever too, but I HOPE you like it. Wanted a way to divide up each quote so it didn't look so text heavy :) 

“I allowed myself to forget, to be reckless, to be greedy and stupid because I wanted what I couldn’t have. I wanted to believe in fairy tales and happy endings and pure possibility. I wanted to pretend that I was a better person that I actually am…”

“It’s crippling, this feeling, this not knowing how to prove your own innocence. It’s my entire life replayed over and over and over again, trying to convince people that I’m not dangerous, that I never meant to hurt anyone, that I didn’t intend for things to turn out this way. That I’m not a bad person.”

“It’s humiliating. That I thought I could slip into the role of a regular girl with a regular boyfriend; that I thought I could live out the stories I’d read in so many books as a child. Me. Juliette with a dream. Just the thought of it is enough to fill me with mortification. How embarrassing for me, that I thought I could change what I’d been dealt. That I looked in the mirror and actually liked the pale face staring back at me. How sad. I always dared to identify with the princess, the one who runs away and finds a fairy godmother to transform her into a beautiful girl with a bright future. I clung to something like hope, to a threat of maybes and possiblys and perhapses.”

“Because sometime you see yourself- you see yourself the way you could be- the way you might be if things were different. And if you look too closely, what you see will scare you, it'll make you wonder what you might do given the opportunity. You know there's a different side of yourself you don't want to recognize, a side you don't want to see in the daylight. You spend your whole life doing everything to push it down and away, out of sight, out of mind. You pretend that a piece of yourself doesn't exist. You live like that for a long time. For a long time, you're safe. And then you're not.”

“It’s humiliating. That I thought I could slip into the role of a regular girl with a regular boyfriend; that I thought I could live out the stories I’d read in so many books as a child. Me. Juliette with a dream. Just the thought of it is enough to fill me with mortification. How embarrassing for me, that I thought I could change what I’d been dealt. That I looked in the mirror and actually liked the pale face staring back at me. How sad. I always dared to identify with the princess, the one who runs away and finds a fairy godmother to transform her into a beautiful girl with a bright future. I clung to something like hope, to a threat of maybes and possiblys and perhapses.”

“Kill, they say. Kill because you trust us. Kill because you’re fighting for the right team. Kill because they’re bad, and we’re good. Kill because we tell you to. Because some are so stupid that they actually think there are thick neon lines separating good and evil.”

“I wonder what it would be like to speak out loud and be heard. I hold my breath, listen closely for anything, any sound of life and wonder at the beauty, the impossibility of possibly hearing another person breathing beside me.”

“And I think, Wow, I did it. I actually managed to die of a stroke at age 17…There’s glue all over my tongue, stuck to my teeth, my lips, the roof of my mouth, and I can’t speak, I cant move, I’m pretty sure I just had a seizure or an aneurysm or heart failure or something equally as awful…”

“Because there’s something about him—there’s always been something about him that’s intrigued me and I don’t understand it. I wish I could ignore it but I can’t”

“On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.”

“Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate. Because it is to hard to see goodness in the world when all you’ve ever known is terror.”

“You know there's a different side of yourself you don't want to recognize, a side you don't want to see in the daylight. You spend your whole life doing everything to push it down and away, out of sight, out of mind. You pretend that a piece of yourself doesn't exist. You live like that for a long time. For a long time, you're safe. And then you're not.”

“And I feel different now. I feel stronger since putting space between us. And I don’t know what it means. All I know is that it’ll never be safe for me to rely on sometone else again, to need constant reassurance of who I am and who I might someday be. I can love him, but I cant depend on him to be my backbone. I cant be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.”

“Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It's a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up. You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin. You doubt you doubt you doubt. do I don't I should I why won't I And even when you're ready to let go. When you're ready to break free. When you're ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend stand beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, challenging you to live your life without it. You can't find the words to fight yourself, to fight the words screaming that you're not enough never enough never ever enough. Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. Sometimes it just won't let go.”