Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.

This, needless to say, makes him the polar opposite of Kenji, who loves to eat everything, all the time, and who later told me that watching Warner eat a cookie made him want to cry.

“You know, I think I might be the only one of us who doesn’t have daddy issues. I loved the shit out of my dad.”

“The destruction of the world didn’t happen overnight, and neither will saving it,”

“The world tried to crush you,” I say, gently now, “and you refused to be shattered.

“Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.”