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As he watched her hand, polished as a bit of old ivory, with its slender pink nails, and the sapphire bracelet slipping over her wrist, he was struck with the irony of suggesting to her such a life as his cousin Gertrude Farish had chosen.
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“The phrase comes from that treasury of literary titles, Ecclesiastes, 7:4: “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.”
― The House of Mirth
― The House of Mirth
“We brought up issues that concerned us as young feminists and womanists. Was Janie Crawford a good female role model or was she solely defined by the men in her life? Many of us argued that Janie did not have to be a role model at all. She simply had to be a fully realized and complex character, which she was.”
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
“It is this urge that resonates in Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon and Beloved, and in Walker’s depiction of Hurston as our prime symbol of “racial health—a sense of black people as complete, complex, undiminished human beings, a sense that is lacking in so much black writing and literature.”
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
“An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish.”
― The Awakening
― The Awakening
“There may be a serial killer out there, Jewel. Someone murdering women and slicing them up.” Her expression never changed. She just looked at me, a stony gargoyle. Either she hadn’t understood, or she was dulled to thoughts of violence and pain, even death. Or perhaps she’d thrown on a mask, a facade to conceal a fear too real to validate by speech. I suspected the latter. “Jewel, is my friend in danger?” Our eyes locked. “She female, chère?”
― Déjà Dead
― Déjà Dead
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