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God willing. How strangely that strikes me now.

I believe in the goodness of imagination.

I longed for it in that excruciating way one has of romanticizing the life she didn't choose.

I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.

Why should God's perfection be based on having an unchanging nature?" I asked. "Isn't flexibility more perfect than stasis?

I write in a journal occasionally. But it is not a daily discipline for me.

Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.

They say you can bear anything if you can tell a story about it.

I personally keep slave documents listing the value of slaves framed on my wall in California, and in my office in Chicago.

I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.

I had got where I talked to her all the time. Like I would say, I didn't hear her talk back, so I hadn't lost my sanities.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.

Depressed people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do.

Such a notion made it virtually impossible to enjoy life! And this, If God did not exist, man would

I do read a poem almost every morning. Unless I'm really, really late, I have to get my poem in.

Everything she knew came from living on the scarce side of mercy.

against my nature." He gave me a tired smile. "You

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

Nina was one wing, I was another
Sarah Grimke

That was the thing mauma and I loved, our time with the quilts.

Aunt-Sister said Charleston had a case of the grandeurs. Up till I was eight or so, I thought the grandeurs was a shitting sickness.

You got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

Escape her own father as well. Seizing the moment, she springs Rosaleen from jail, and the two set out across South

I prefer to read print books. Maybe I'm just a little old-school. I do read e-books.

So few people know what they're capable of.

Indeed, love is everything.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

But benevolent patriarchy is still patriarchy.

Indeed, as I made my critique, the problem seemed to me not that there are differences but rather how we value these differences.

If I'd been a thorn in Mother's side, Angelina would be the whole briar patch.

Putting black cloths on the hives is for us. I do it to remind us that life gives way into death, and then death turns around and gives way into life.

It takes so much energy to keep things at bay.

an acron grew into an oak tree, didn't it?

I have knots in my years that I can't undo, and this is one of the worst--the night I did wrong and Mauma got caught

I felt like I'd unzipped my skin and momentarily stepped out of it, leaving a crazy person in charge

I didn't know whether this Mr. Smyth was behaving like white people, or if it just showed something vile about all people.

You can't stop your heart from loving, really
it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

You think there's no detriment in a slave learning to read? There are sad truths in our world, and one is that slaves who read are a threat.

Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.

I was afraid, though, the blame would find a way to stick to them. That's how blame was.

Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

I couldn't imagine what it cost him to say these words. "I do," I said. "And you must forgive me.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

It seemed like that's when she started laying her cold fire of hate.

The night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin

The skies were bright cerulean, teeming with ferocious winds, spilling mallards and fat wood drakes from the clouds.

The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.

'Traveling with Pomegranates' is a very personal, very honest story about my relationship with my daughter and Ann's with her mother.

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-com, and you never will outpace your grief.

I have an old dog named Lily, and she's a black lab.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

The echo of one of God's deepest truths: delight can emerge from and exist along with our scars.

How did we ever get the idea that God would supply us on demand with quick fixes, that God is merely a rescuer and not a midwife?

So we just the same, me and you? That's why you the one to shit in the pot and I'm the one to empty it?

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

Uhhh yea, just did. 30 years ago. You

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

I didn't see why loving someone had to have so much agony attached to it. It felt like a series of fresh cuts in the skin of my heart

Have you ever noticed the more you try not to think, the more elaborate your thinking episodes get?

Was it ever right to sacrifice one's truth for expedience?

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.

She put up an invincible show, but underneath I knew her to be bruised and vulnerable.

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

Something deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.

I was a very good nurse, but I burned out after eight years or so because it wasn't what I truly wanted to do. Writing is what I belong to.

He felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.

Some things were not possible in this world. Children did not have two parents who refused to love them. One, maybe, but for pity's sake, not two.

It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.

With pencil, you can always erase.

For what it's worth, charting one's passion in a small daybook kept hidden in a hatbox inside a wardrobe does not subdue passion in the least.

It shocks me how I wish for ... what is lost and cannot come back.

Novels attempt to render human experience; that's really all they are. They are meant to convey empathy for the character.

Into every life a little rain must fall.

I actually grew up in a house in which bees lived in one of the walls, and they lived there 18 years, in fact, so it wasn't a fleeting thing.

I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all.

The only wrong thing, perhaps, is permanently hesitating on the verge of courage.

The secret of a good lie is don't overly explain, and throw in one good detail.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

I now understand that writing fiction was a seed planted in my soul, though I would not be ready to grow that seed for a long time.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

Don't be telling me
can't be done. That's some god damney white talk, that's what that is.

The problem is [people] know what matters, but they don't choose it.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

I have come here not to find answers, but to find a way to live in a world without any.

Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.

He gazed at me with kindness and pity. "To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil." I turned

I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.

Miss Sarah never tattled. She tugged the rug over

Women made the best beekeepers 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting.

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is. The

[Let's] put feet to our prayers.

It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.

When a woman starts to disentangle herself from patriarchy, ultimately she is abandoned to her own self.

To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.