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“Well, however it happened, you and I both exist now. Whether that’s because of the universe, or science, or God, or something else, it doesn’t matter. We’re here. You’re here. . . .” His voice catches at that part, and I can hear him trying to rein himself in. “Maybe God exists, and maybe he doesn’t, and no one will ever know with absolute certainty. But what I do know is that you exist, Cesar. I thought we were going to lose you, but you’re still here. And I need you to know that your life is just as holy and precious as any god.” Even though I can’t agree, I know he’s not telling me he worships me like a god. He’s saying he sees me as an integral part of his universe. And I can’t help but feel the same way about him. Maybe he is right, in a way. Maybe there is something holy about being completely intertwined with everything and everyone surrounding you.”
― Sonora Reyes, The Golden Boy's Guide to Bipolar

“And as your body begins to feel like a home, your courage grows. It grows bigger than you mother's chastisement in the parking lot after the service the first time you go to church unbound. She asks why you aren't wearing a girdle, why you aren't sucking in the way she taught you thirty years ago, and how dare you come into the house of the Lord that way. Your mother, who complains of women in the church nowadays committing the sin of visible panty lines, reminds you that she raised you better than this.

And you say, 'I'm tired of holding my breath.' Then you promise you won't come to church that way again. And you'll keep your word because you won't go to church again at all.”
― Deesha Philyaw, The Secret Lives of Church Ladies

“Daisy: I was paying the price for the parts of himself that he didn't like”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six

“just cause im not feelin you dont mean i aint feeling you, you feel me?”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, White Smoke