Carolina Quotes
Quotes tagged as "carolina"
Showing 1-6 of 6
“…Then another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak—and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.”
― Beach Music
― Beach Music
“Already the people murmur that I am your enemy
because they say that in verse I give the world your me.
They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.
Who rises in my verses is not your voice. It is my voice
because you are the dressing and the essence is me;
and the most profound abyss is spread between us.
You are the cold doll of social lies,
and me, the virile starburst of the human truth.
You, honey of courtesan hypocrisies; not me;
in all my poems I undress my heart.
You are like your world, selfish; not me
who gambles everything betting on what I am.
You are only the ponderous lady very lady;
not me; I am life, strength, woman.
You belong to your husband, your master; not me;
I belong to nobody, or all, because to all, to all
I give myself in my clean feeling and in my thought.
You curl your hair and paint yourself; not me;
the wind curls my hair, the sun paints me.
You are a housewife, resigned, submissive,
tied to the prejudices of men; not me;
unbridled, I am a runaway Rocinante
snorting horizons of God's justice.
You in yourself have no say; everyone governs you;
your husband, your parents, your family,
the priest, the dressmaker, the theatre, the dance hall,
the auto, the fine furnishings, the feast, champagne,
heaven and hell, and the social, "what will they say."
Not in me, in me only my heart governs,
only my thought; who governs in me is me.
You, flower of aristocracy; and me, flower of the people.
You in you have everything and you owe it to everyone,
while me, my nothing I owe to nobody.
You nailed to the static ancestral dividend,
and me, a one in the numerical social divider,
we are the duel to death who fatally approaches.
When the multitudes run rioting
leaving behind ashes of burned injustices,
and with the torch of the seven virtues,
the multitudes run after the seven sins,
against you and against everything unjust and inhuman,
I will be in their midst with the torch in my hand.”
―
because they say that in verse I give the world your me.
They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.
Who rises in my verses is not your voice. It is my voice
because you are the dressing and the essence is me;
and the most profound abyss is spread between us.
You are the cold doll of social lies,
and me, the virile starburst of the human truth.
You, honey of courtesan hypocrisies; not me;
in all my poems I undress my heart.
You are like your world, selfish; not me
who gambles everything betting on what I am.
You are only the ponderous lady very lady;
not me; I am life, strength, woman.
You belong to your husband, your master; not me;
I belong to nobody, or all, because to all, to all
I give myself in my clean feeling and in my thought.
You curl your hair and paint yourself; not me;
the wind curls my hair, the sun paints me.
You are a housewife, resigned, submissive,
tied to the prejudices of men; not me;
unbridled, I am a runaway Rocinante
snorting horizons of God's justice.
You in yourself have no say; everyone governs you;
your husband, your parents, your family,
the priest, the dressmaker, the theatre, the dance hall,
the auto, the fine furnishings, the feast, champagne,
heaven and hell, and the social, "what will they say."
Not in me, in me only my heart governs,
only my thought; who governs in me is me.
You, flower of aristocracy; and me, flower of the people.
You in you have everything and you owe it to everyone,
while me, my nothing I owe to nobody.
You nailed to the static ancestral dividend,
and me, a one in the numerical social divider,
we are the duel to death who fatally approaches.
When the multitudes run rioting
leaving behind ashes of burned injustices,
and with the torch of the seven virtues,
the multitudes run after the seven sins,
against you and against everything unjust and inhuman,
I will be in their midst with the torch in my hand.”
―
“A breeze blew softly, slightly rippling the water as it carried the heady scents of late Carolina springtime through the air. Honeysuckle. Jasmine. Ripe, pungent river mud. Ah, the world felt right.”
― Curses Beneath Her Feet
― Curses Beneath Her Feet
“Depois,inesperadamente,os lábios do pai curvaram-se num sorriso que lhe transmitiu esperança,mas que era dirigido ao corpo da mãe e não para si.O pai sorria à mãe, mas ela não via.Talvez tivesse sido assim desde sempre.(...)Ocorreu-lhe que,talvez,durante todo aquele tempo,o pai tivesse sorrido à mãe sem que ela visse,e vice-versa.”
― O Funeral da Nossa Mãe
― O Funeral da Nossa Mãe
“If all goes well, we will be back in time for a proper memorial service [for your father], Ben. I promise."
Ben looked up, and all the bitterness was gone from his eyes, replaced somehow by both resignation and determination.
"And if all doesn't go well?" he asked, tightening his grip on Coralee's trusting hand as he led her outside to the driveway.
Kira's flawless features morphed into something like a smile, yet wholly without happiness or humor.
"Then you'll all be meeting up with [your father] soon enough, I expect. Either that, or you shall wish it was so.”
― Curses Beneath Her Feet
Ben looked up, and all the bitterness was gone from his eyes, replaced somehow by both resignation and determination.
"And if all doesn't go well?" he asked, tightening his grip on Coralee's trusting hand as he led her outside to the driveway.
Kira's flawless features morphed into something like a smile, yet wholly without happiness or humor.
"Then you'll all be meeting up with [your father] soon enough, I expect. Either that, or you shall wish it was so.”
― Curses Beneath Her Feet
“I fell asleep there in the quiet rustling of the tree branches that swayed in the breeze. I slept alongside the souls of those I'd never known, as the stars sparkled overhead like glitter and the crickets sang their song to the Carolina girl in their midst.”
― The Last Carolina Girl
― The Last Carolina Girl
All Quotes
|
My Quotes
|
Add A Quote
Browse By Tag
- Love Quotes 102k
- Life Quotes 80k
- Inspirational Quotes 76k
- Humor Quotes 44.5k
- Philosophy Quotes 31k
- Inspirational Quotes Quotes 29k
- God Quotes 27k
- Truth Quotes 25k
- Wisdom Quotes 25k
- Romance Quotes 24.5k
- Poetry Quotes 23.5k
- Life Lessons Quotes 22.5k
- Quotes Quotes 21k
- Death Quotes 20.5k
- Happiness Quotes 19k
- Hope Quotes 18.5k
- Faith Quotes 18.5k
- Travel Quotes 18k
- Inspiration Quotes 17.5k
- Spirituality Quotes 16k
- Relationships Quotes 15.5k
- Life Quotes Quotes 15.5k
- Motivational Quotes 15.5k
- Love Quotes Quotes 15.5k
- Religion Quotes 15.5k
- Writing Quotes 15k
- Success Quotes 14k
- Motivation Quotes 13.5k
- Time Quotes 13k
- Motivational Quotes Quotes 12.5k
