People who think dying is the worst thing don’t know a thing about life.
Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.
Look, I know you meant well creating the world and all, but how could you let it get away from you like this? How come you couldn't stick with your original idea of paradise? People's lives were a mes...
Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridicul...
It’d been Lucy who ran tattling to Miss Mary about my lettering under the tree, and Miss Mary had run tattling to missus. I’d judged Lucy to be stupid, but she was only weak-willed and wanting to get...
I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.
Every little thing wants to be loved.
We lived for honey. We swallowed a spoonful in the morning to wake us up and one at night to put us to sleep. We took it with every meal to calm the mind, give us stamina, and prevent fatal disease. W...
T. Ray said 'Who do you think you are? Julias Shakespeare?' The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare's first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ignorant about the art of...
It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn’t contentment, but survival.
If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.
I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world.
I can't explain that, except to say there's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and ho...
Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost.
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
The redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.
When mauma saw my raw eyes, she said, Ain’t nobody can write down in a book what you worth.
What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.
Quien cree que no hay nada peor que morirse poco sabe de la vida.
My mother's life was way too heavy for me.