Maria

“I didn't think I would ever find a man, other than my father, who truly understood me. Who would see the way I look at the world, what reading means to me, how I wonder about everything. Someone who would see the best version of me, and make me believe I could be that person." Sylvie blinked several times, as if trying to hold back tears. Her hands were fists at her sides. "I thought that type of love was a fairy tale. I thought that kind of man didn't exist. Which meant I got to feel good about the fact that I had a dream and yet could be safe with my sisters.”
― Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

“My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.”
― Jodi Picoult

“What was the truth? I wished the truth was some fixed, solid little box I could explain and describe and understand. But the truth was this wobbly, gelled thing. I had this idea of my heart as this separate being that just spilled over everywhere, consuming whatever fell in its path.”
― Meagan Brothers, Weird Girl and What's His Name

“And maybe I’m romanticizing some of these women I saw peripherally, but fuck it. I am in love with us, and I want a flowery, beautiful book about us that does not pull any punches and jabs hardest at those who have harmed us.”
― Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez, Tías and Primas: On Knowing and Loving the Women Who Raise Us