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161 " He might as well have been sitting there all along, all eight years that he was away, because he was there in my head, insinuated in the cracks of my heart. "
― Leylah Attar , The Paper Swan
162 " Losing someone you love tunes you in to the fragility of life—of moments and memories and music. It makes you want to embrace all the foolish, inarticulate longings that pull at your heart. It makes you want to grasp un-played notes of un-played symphonies. Perhaps that was why Jack and I clung to that moment, eyes locked, breaths stilled, listening to something that only we could hear, something that lived in the fleeting space between hello and goodbye. It made me want to freeze-frame the rippling grasslands below us, and the play of light across Jack’s face. "
― Leylah Attar , Mists of the Serengeti
163 " roving over my upturned face. “I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too” It "
164 " If we base our decisions on all the things we’re afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear. "
― Leylah Attar , 53 Letters for My Lover (53 Letters for My Lover, #1)
165 " He reminded me of pain and darkness and a double-gauzed finger. I must have reminded him of botched-up vengeance and the monster within, "
166 " All this time I’ve been searching for her in the wrong places—in the rain, and in thunder, and lightning. And all this time . . . there she is, hiding in rainbows.” We "
167 " but this right here—this rain, this shack, this island, this moment—I want it to go on forever. "
168 " I knew that whenever I thought of love, it would have a face, a name, a voice. And I would hear its heart beating from inside a tent in the wilds of Africa. "
169 " Sometimes we need to be jarred out of our own reality. We base so much of ourselves on other people’s perceptions of us. We live for the compliments, the approval, the applause. But what we really need is a grand, spine-chilling encounter with ourselves to believe we’re freaking magical. And that’s the best kind of believing, because no one can unsay it or take it away from you.” I "
170 " The most profound, most memorable moments of life are the ones that make you feel. "
171 " The longer we stayed together, the longer our list of cuts and bruises grew—both inside and out. "
172 " I reached for the beads on my bracelet, thinking of the words on them. Taleenoi olngisoilechashur. We are all connected. How many times do we pass people on the street, whose lives are intertwined with ours in ways that remain forever unknown? How many ways are we tied to a stranger by fragile, invisible threads that bind us all together? "
173 " Every fifteen minutes, Ro! Now you know why Mufasa is the motherfucking king of the jungle.” “You’re "
174 " Whenever Jack spoke of Lily, his entire profile softened. In those moments, his innately captivating presence was like a flame, kindled from within. For a second, I was completely jealous, because I had never lived in someone’s heart like that. And I wanted to. I wanted to make someone, someday, glow like that when they thought of me. "
175 " Don’t play with scorpions unless you intend to get stung.” He yanked the neckline apart. Round, glass buttons popped onto the floor and rolled around like eyeballs, astounded by the sight of my bare flesh. “We’re harsh and predatory and full of venom.” He gnashed his teeth at me and ripped my blouse in two. "
176 " Vengeance only begets more vengeance, more chaos, more darkness. Vengeance abducts us and imprisons us and mutilates us, and we suffer and suffer until we unravel its probing parasitic suckers from around us. I "
177 " You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die.” Damian "
178 " I prefer prickly roses. "
179 " There’s a little girl in this room and she’s stolen my heart. For the second time.” I "
180 " Kissing Jack was like kissing a slumbering lion. He barely moved, but I could sense the raw power behind his restraint. And deeper still, lurked something wild and dangerous, something that could obliterate me if unleashed. But I wanted it, because it was magnificent, because it swirled over the loss and pain running through his veins, because it was the part of him that was alive. "