Mists of the Serengeti Quotes

“People will love you. People will hate you. And it always has more to do with them, than it does with you.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“But you don’t always get what you want. Sometimes you get exactly what you need.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“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.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“Some circles never close, some wounds never heal. Love is like that. It leaves you forever open, forever vulnerable.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“My greatest loss had led to my greatest love. Hearts were broken, and hearts were healed. Lives were lost, and lives were saved.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“This is what it looks like when you wander somewhere between the sand and stardust, and meet a piece of yourself in someone else.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Kissing Jack was like kissing a slumbering lion. He barely moved, but I could sense the raw power behind his restraint.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Daddy?” said Lily. Her face was all lit up as she spoke into the phone. “I’m in the safe place now.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Pull a thread here and a life unravels there.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“I would die a thousand deaths to save her.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“When you lose someone you love, it doesn’t end with that event, or with their funeral, or with their name on the tombstone. You lose them again and again, every day, in small moments that catch you off guard. Almost”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“I pulled back, my eyes still closed, knowing that I had just stolen an epic moment from life.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Taleenoi olngisoilechashur.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a lesson—a fierce, burning imprint, so that my lips would always know the difference between being wanted and being craved.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“It said I was equal parts earth and stars, equal parts animal and soul. I was hope. I was calamity. I was love. I was prejudice. I was my sister. I was his daughter. I was Juma. I was Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“You know what, Rodel?” He reached across the table for my hand. “Everything is new when I’m with you. Food tastes better. Colors look brighter. Music is sweeter. I feel hungry for the world again. I want to go to the places I’ve skipped, I want to share them with you—show you who I am, who I was, who I can be.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“It was the kind of magic that comes after a lifetime of searching, when you stumble upon something so perfect, you stop looking, and you say: Yes. This. I know this. I feel this. I’ve heard its footsteps echo down the hallways of my soul. We”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“Some circles never close, some wounds never heal. Love is like that. It leaves you forever open, forever vulnerable. I”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“What we don’t understand always scares us.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“You ever wonder what we’d find if we could pick up the threads back to the point where things unravel, where paths cross, and lives pivot, and people come together?”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“It was like we had found a pocket of quiet, where all the ghosts in our mind had gone to sleep, and we were the only two people awake.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“I will remember the perfect oval of your face, the warmth of your throat, the way you hold a pen when you write. Most of all . . .” He cupped my chin, his eyes 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”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Every time the sun shines through the rain, I will look for you. I will look for you in rainbows, and I will remember a man who holds the whole sky in his eyes.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Sometimes we have to let go of the people we love because we love them—because their hopes and dreams lie elsewhere. It’s the reason I let you go, the reason I never asked you to stay. And it’s why Goma is letting me go, because my heart is already with you, all day, every day. So if you want me, always and forever, here I am.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of The Serengeti

“Kiss me hard, then let me go,”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“I was pretty sure it was the response he drew from most women—the chance gaze, followed by a pause; the appreciation of something magnificent, no matter how fleeting. I would have to be six feet under not to react to him. It wasn’t just about the way he looked. He had something more. Solidity. Substance. The kind of thing the moon does to the tides, making the waves rise to attention. Jack could give you goosebumps simply by circling past you. I shuddered to think what it would be like if he deliberately decided to slay you.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“Growing old isn’t for sissies,” she said softly. “You lose the people you love. Over and over again. Some get taken away from you. Some walk away. And some you learn to let go.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti

“We started slow—a little drunk, a little dizzy—taking sips of honeyed bliss from dawn-colored lips. The world rolled below us—bicycle bells and newspaper boys, unaware that we were slowly setting the room on fire.”
― Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti