Moving Out Quotes

“Chances are that there are white people who brag about being the first to move out of a suburb that has been intruded by blacks.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Teenagers - tired of being hassled by your parents?
Act now!
Move out, get a job, pay your own bills.....
while you still know everything.”
― James Hauenstein

“Your own life starts the moment you're born. Before that, even."
"I just, I feel like as long as I live with you, I won't... I'm not... It's like George Jefferson."
"From the TV show?"
"Right. George Jefferson. As long as he was on 'All in the Family', he was just somebody who made Archie Bunker's story more interesting. He didn't have anything of his own. He didn't have a plot or supporting characters. I don't know if you ever even got to see his house. But after he got his own show, George had his own living room and kitchen... and bedroom, I think. He even had his own elevator. Places for him to exist in, for his story to happen. Like this apartment. This is something that's mine.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

“A few months ago, leaving for college seemed glamourous, but now it’s hard to believe that this little dorm room, with its scratchy sheets and a lock that sticks, is home. It’s hard to accept that this is my new life, that these are my new friends. I am one in many here. There are dozens here as good as me, even more who are smarter, funnier. And it scares me because before I stuck out and now I blend in.”
― Samantha Schutz, I Don't Want To Be Crazy

“La escuela nunca había tenido importancia para papá. Mamá nos plantaba y nos trasplantaba siguiendo el ritmo de sus diagnósticos y convicciones, mientras él permanecía en su universo privado, inaccesible, donde sus hijas entraban de vez en cuando como motivos pequeñitos de un cuadro mayor que sólo él conocía. Siempre había dejado esas decisiones en manos de mamá, que lidiaba guerras incomprensibles con los curas y las monjas de los colegios, alentaba rencores con padres y maestros de los que nosotras salíamos exiliadas a un nuevo círculo de desconocidos.
Lejos de ser traumáticas, esas migraciones escolares fueron para mí como pequeñas excursiones en las que aprendí pronto el valor del anonimato; disfrutaba de sentirme al margen de los juegos de las otras niñas, de saberme transitoria en ese lugar. Conocer los ritmos y las formas de otras escuelas me hacía sentirme superior, más allá de las rencillas y miedos particulares que a las otras tanto podían preocupar. Intuía que el verdadero peligro era no saberse el guion o no ejecutarlo con suficiente elocuencia. Con una soberbia protectora que a veces se manifestaba como aislamiento y otras como esporádicos momentos de liderazgo, asombraba a mis maestras por mi capacidad de adaptación y de ganar nuevos amigos cuando para mí eran en realidad como los muñequitos troquelados en papel: perfectos en su mundo circular, todos iguales, todos descartables.”
― Betina González, Arte menor