Diverse Reads Quotes

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Trevor Noah
“The only authority my mother recognized was God's. God is love and the Bible is truth--everything else was up for debate. She taught me to challenge authority and question the system. The only way it backfired on her was that I constantly challenged and questioned her.”
Trevor Noah, Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood

Faiqa Mansab
“When death becomes an escape, when it becomes attractive, the purpose of life is fulfilled. To teach one it's futility, it's worthlessness, that is the purpose of life. Incongruously, its value lies in having imparted that lesson."
"In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was fraught with the fears of being broken midway, lost and never found again.”
Faiqa Mansab, This House of Clay and Water

Elizabeth Acevedo
“.....parents her as best as I can
before she becomes one. & I remember I have none.”
Elizabeth Acevedo, Clap When You Land

Elizabeth Acevedo
“The kindness
of a stranger, simply because she sees in us
something worthy of this small gift.”
Elizabeth Acevedo, Clap When You Land

Faiqa Mansab
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was fraught with the fears of being broken midway, lost and never found again.
Nida”
Faiqa Mansab, This House of Clay and Water

Faiqa Mansab
“It is not often that I have two options to choose from. It is nice to be compelled towards something, otherwise one drifts through life unimpeded.”
Faiqa Mansab, This House of Clay and Water

Faiqa Mansab
“In the nights though, I couldn't help but weave the golden cloth of my dreams. Each stitch from heart to thought, and thought to heart, was painful to bear, even if it was joyous at times. Because each thread was fraught with the fears of being broken midway, lost and never found again.”
Faiqa Mansab, This House of Clay and Water

Mayumi Cruz
“Her lips, which taste still lingered on his mouth. By his normal standards, it was again a fleeting, chaste kiss. But it had struck him with the power of a thousand lightnings.
He’d tasted many a woman’s lips. And for longer periods of time. But they all paled in comparison with her lips. It was like he’d been feasting on sand for the longest time. Suddenly now, he had a taste of a sprinkling of sugar and realized it was what he had been missing, starving, craving for so long.
Now, all he could think of was sand and sugar.”
Mayumi Cruz, It's Not Just Semantics