Marisabel

“I feared that not crying meant I hadn’t loved them enough. Perhaps weeping and dancing live in the same place within us, and I had shuttered that part of me away. The part that touches grief, euphoria, and god. Without tears, I could never legitimately call them my losses, only ours.”
― Quiara Alegría Hudes, My Broken Language

“If you're fluent in a language there's a place you belong.”
― Quiara Alegría Hudes, My Broken Language

“Zipping my lips meant swallowing my contradictions and confusions, guarding the flavor for only myself.”
― Quiara Alegría Hudes, My Broken Language

“You don't notice erosion when it's happening.”
― Quiara Alegría Hudes, My Broken Language