Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.
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The Bluest Eye (Vintage International)
Pecola Breedlove, a young black girl, prays every day for beauty. Mocked by other children for the dark skin, curly hair, and brown eyes that set her apart, she yearns for normalcy, for the blond hair and blue eyes that she believes will allow her to fina
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Each member of the family in his own cell of consciousness, each making his own patchwork quilt of reality - collecting fragments of experience here, pieces of information there. From the tiny impressions gleaned from one another, they created a sense of belonging and tried to make do with the way t…
Jealousy we understood and thought natural... But envy was a strange, new feeling for us.
We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure, and thought recklessness was freedom.
Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.
She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that pa…
Lonely was much better than alone.
Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly.
Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.
Love is never any better than the lover.
Quiet as it’s kept, there were no marigolds in the fall of 1941.
I stretch my legs open, and he is on top of me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He puts his thing in me. In me. In me. I wrap my feet around his back so he can’t get away. His face is next to mine. The bedsprings sounds like them crickets used to back home. He puts his fingers in mine, and…