“To whom do I owe the power behind my voice, what strength I have become, yeasting up like sudden blood from under the bruised skin's blister?
My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home.”
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My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home.”
―
“If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.”
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
“Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
― Their Eyes Were Watching God
“Don't let the bastards grind you down.”
― The Handmaid’s Tale
― The Handmaid’s Tale
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