Quotes about Reflection

Her husband remains, in my memory, undefined. I lumped him with all the other white men that I had ever seen and tried not to see.

after all, girls have to giggle, and after being a woman for theee years I was about to become a girl.

He turned his back and went through the door into the cool beyond. Momma backed up inside herself for a few minutes. I forgot everything except her face which was almost a new one to me. She leaned over and took the doorknob, and in her everyday soft voice she said, "Sister, go on downstairs. Wait for me. I'll be there directly.

Upon certain subject I am able to hold my tongue and hope that time will right wrongs.

I hoped the memory of that morning would never leave me. Sunlight was itself still young, and the day had none of the insistence maturity would bring it in a few hours. In my robe and barefoot in the backyard, under cover of going to see about my new beans, I gave myself up to the gentle warmth and thanked God that no matter what evil I had done in my life He had allowed me to live to see this day.

she'd find a hidden meaning in every pair of pants, then hurry home to be alone and write about romance

The only thing you own is your story. Make sure it's a good one.

Jon, larger and more gentle, moved slowly, spoke seldom and seemed to have burdened with the responsibility of pondering the world's imponderables.

Human beings are like some plants. If we pause a few seconds in our journey, we begin setting down roots, tendrils that entangle other people as we ourselves are entangled.

We had expected three cots in our room, but found one large lumpy bed, a very worn carpet and a single overhead light. "You mean this is what these people got out of their revolution?" Martha daintily picked her way around the room. "Someone should tell them that they're about due for another." She wrinkled her pretty face in distaste. Ethel

Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn't know before you learned it.

But as the Revered droned on and on and on to a God who I thought must be bored to hear the same things over and over again, I saw that the ham grease had turned white on the tomatoes.