Helen Knott > Quotes

“Mama's arms felt like ceremony on nights when the ghosts of my past experiences wouldn't let me sleep.”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“Being intelligent does not mean you don't have an asshole living inside your head.”
― Helen Knott, In My Own Moccasins: A Memoir of Resilience

“my girl, you are worth a thousand horses
and any man
would give a thousand more”
― Helen Knott

“The women in my family are medicine. They are backbones and ribcages and hearts. They are whispers in men's ears. They are the guardians that kept us whole.”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“I have done coke off the porcelain backs of public bathroom toilets, but mirrored trays lend some faux class to inhaling cartilage-eating drugs up your nose. The idea becomes alluring and a little more acceptable when mirrored trays are involved. "Excuse me, sir.. I will have some of that high class cocaine".”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“I somehow missed the scripture that reads 'Forgive your sexual abuser and let him eat at family dinners' when I was in Sunday school.”
― helen knott, In My Own Moccasins: A Memoir of Resilience

“What else have I made my responsibility that no one asked me to take on?”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“Inside me, I have a mother-shaped hole I will have to learn how to fill with love. And this process will create a more profound and stronger empathy in me. I know this. I trust this. I have to live this. I have no other choice. Otherwise, all of this pain is meaningless.”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“Teetering on the brink of relapse and the edge of insanity. I can't fuck or fight my way out of these feelings, so that's a bitch, but the weather is nice. More cream for your coffee, Edna?”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“Mixed blood bodies, born into poverty are not given many opportunities to escape their area codes, let alone countries”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“No more girls. Women. No more spreading of stubborn legs”
― Helen Knott, In My Own Moccasins: A Memoir of Resilience