Douenie Edouard > Douenie's Quotes

“Misery won't touch you gentle. It always leaves its thumbprints on you; sometimes it leaves them for others to see, sometimes for nobody but you to know of.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“I wish I could've done more for her, but some sorrows were simply too individual to share.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Que diga amor? Love? Hate? Speak to me of things the world has yet to truly understand, of the instant meaning of each bird's call, of a child's secret thoughts in her mother's womb, of the measured rhythmical time of every man and woman's breath, of the true colors of the inside of the moon, of the larger miracles in small things, the deeper mysteries.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Old age is not meant to be survived alone," Man Rapadou said, her voice trailing with her own hidden thoughts. "Death should come gently, slowly, like a man's hand approaching your body. There can be joy in impatience if there is time to find the joy.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Instead I dreamt of walking out of the world, of spending all my time inside with no one to talk to, and no one to talk to me. All I wanted was a routine, a series of sterile acts that I could perform without dedication or effort, a life where everything was constantly the same, where every day passed exactly like the one before.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Our fatigue limited our desire to talk. Besides, each person's story did nothing except bring you closer to your own pain.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“For so long this had been my life, but it was all in the past. Now we all had to try and find the future.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Jephthah called together the men of Gilead and fought against Ephraim. The Gileadites captured the fords of the Jordan leading to Ephraim, and whenever a survivor of Ephraim said, 'Let me cross over,' the men of Gilead asked him, 'Are you an Ephraimite?' If he replied, 'No,' they said, 'All right, say Shibboleth.' If he said, 'Sibboleth,' because he could not pronounce the word correctly, they seized and killed him at the fords of the Jordan. Fourty-thousand were killed at the time.

- Judges 12:4-6”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones

“Two mountains can never meet but perhaps you and I can meet again. I am coming to your waterfall”
― Edwidge Danticat, The Farming of Bones