Mina

“When we first heard, we thought it might be that type of secret, although, we have to admit, it had felt different. Tasted different too. All good secrets have a taste before you tell them, and if we’d taken a moment to swish this one around our mouths, we might have noticed the sourness of an unripe secret, plucked too soon, stolen and passed around before its season. But we didn’t.”
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers

“That’s what happens when you get old. Every part of you drops, as if the body is moving closer to where it’s from and where it’ll return.”
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers

“was strange, learning the contours of another’s loneliness. You could never know it all at once; like stepping inside a dark cave, you felt along the walls, bumped into jagged edges.”
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers

“she hasn’t yet learned the mathematics of grief. The weight of what has been lost is always heavier than what remains.”
― Brit Bennett, The Mothers