Lisa V. Proulx > Quotes

“It is important to try to be happy with the things God has given us. There will be moments of sadness, but do not dwell on them; they will pass.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“The grass may be greener on the other side, but you still have to mow your lawn.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“I hated school, but I went so I could eat.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“one love for two hearts is not enough.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“Mom said sometimes when you ask God for something, His answer is “not now.” She said He always hears you, and your prayers do not get ignored, but all things happen in His time, not ours.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“God gave you the gift of life. The world is beautiful the sun is shining, the corn is tall, the birds are singing, can you not hear them? They are singing for you. Are their songs falling on ears that do not hear? Is your heart not filled with love for your family and they for you? What else do you ask of life my friend?”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“She removed a knife from the pocket of her skirt and swiftly cut the umbilical cord. She ripped off the remaining portion of her petticoat, wrapping it tightly around her newborn son with instructions that Aunt Mabel was to take him to the cabin and to stay with him until she returned. As she walked up the hill to the cabin, she looked back to see her mother returning to the field to finish her days work. Her father had not once looked up from his work and apparently unaware of the birth of his son.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“I loved her as my mother, but I hated her as my Mom. I was shamed by her and ashamed of her. I would forever be the daughter of the town whore, and I would never be able to wash that stain away.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“The company stores were not divided by race. The coloreds, the Spanish, the Italians, and the Polish all got along. Men of all races and nationalities played cards together, and there was no prejudice between them. The women would serve food as the men played. The whites would go into the colored section of town, but the coloreds never ventured into the white part.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“Each time I asked her how much she loved me, she always answered the same way: “a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“God looks down on you and says, this young man is not happy with what I have given him; perhaps his space should be filled with someone who would appreciate the gifts I have to give.' ”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“I never could understand why there were two different schools—one for the white children and one for the coloreds—since all the children walked the same road and their parents got along.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“in his condition, I would’ve been surprised if he could lay carpet, let alone Mom.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“Living in the remote hills of West Virginia, Daddy had never suffered the hurt and humiliation of prejudice.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore

“I approached my mother for the last time and gazed at the beautiful, still woman in the casket before me. I knew we would never be that physically close again. I gently took her hand and placed it in mine. The bitter coldness did not match the radiant glow that surrounded her like a halo. Even in death, she breathed life.”
― Lisa V. Proulx, Weedmonkey: Mama, Mother, Whore