Bahar B

“Whose house is this? Whose night keeps out the light In here? Say, who owns this house? It’s not mine. I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats; Of fields wide as arms open for me. This house is strange. Its shadows lie. Say, tell me, why does its lock fit my key?”
― Toni Morrison, Home

“آدم خوشبخت خوشبختی خودش را حس نمی‌کند، مگر وقتی که بدبخت ها را ببیند که بار خودشان را در خاموشی به دوش می‌کشند”
― Chekhov, Anton

“...maybe you think up North is way different from down South. Don't believe it and don't count on it. Custom is just as real as law and can be just as dangerous.”
― Toni Morrison, Home

“Come on, girl. Don't cry," whispered Frank. "Why not? I can be miserable if I want to. You don't need to try and make it go away. It shouldn't go away. It's just as sad as it ought to be and I'm not going to hide from what's true just because it hurts." Cee wasn't sobbing anymore, but the tears were still running down her cheeks.”
― Toni Morrison, Home