“One of the big features of living alone was that you could talk to yourself all you wanted and address imaginary audiences, running the gamut of emotion.”
“If [she] had come to prefer the company of odd ducks, it was possibly because they had no conception of oddity, or rather, they thought you were odd if you weren't.”
“I understand what you are feeling,” he said. “As Socrates showed, love cannot be anything else but the love of the good. But to find the good is very rare. That is why love is rare, in spite of what people think. It happens to one in a thousand, and to that one it is a revelation. No wonder he cannot communicate with the other nine hundred and ninety-nine.”
“Love had done this to her, for the second time. Love was bad for her. There must be certain people who were allergic to love, and she was one of them. Not only was it bad for her; it made her bad; it poisoned her. Before she knew him, not only had she been far, far happier but she had been nicer. Loving him was turning her into an awful person, a person she hated.”
“You mustn’t force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex—that’s quite a thought, isn’t it?”
“She decided she wanted a cool, starchy independent life, with ruffles of humor like window curtains.”
“He was a thoroughly bad hat, then, but that was the kind, of course, that nice women broke their hearts over.”
“He would have been far more attractive to her if she could have trusted him. You could not love a man who was always playing hide-and-seek with you; that was the lesson she had learned.”
“All I knew that night was that I believed in something and couldn’t express it, while your team believed in nothing but knew how to say it—in other men’s words.”
“Elinor was always firmly convinced of other people’s hypocrisy since she could not believe that they noticed less than she did.”
“It came to her that he was going to leave without making love to her. This would mean they had made love for the last time this morning. But that did not count: this morning they did not know it was for the last time. When the door shut behind him, she still could not believe it. "It can't end like this," she said to herself over and over, drumming with her knuckles on her mouth to keep from screaming.”
“I mean exactly that,” Mr. Davison retorted. “You’ve hit the nail smack on the head. We pay a price for having money. People in my position”—he turned to Kay—“have ‘privilege.’ That’s what I read in the Nation and the New Republic.” Mrs. Davison nodded. “Good,” said Mr. Davison. “Now listen. The fellow who’s got privilege gives up some rights or ought to.”
“The group was not afraid of being radical either; they could see the good Roosevelt was doing, despite what Mother and Dad said; they were not taken in by party labels and thought the Democrats should be given a chance to show what they had up their sleeve.”
“It was the cocktail hour in Priss’s room at New York Hospital—terribly gay.”
“But this poor chap is a dangerous neurotic.” Polly laughed. “So you saw that, Father. I never could. He always seemed so normal.” “It’s the same thing,” said her father, putting the groceries away. “All neurotics are petty bourgeois. And vice versa. Madness is too revolutionary for them. They can’t go the whole hog. We madmen are the aristocrats of mental illness. You could never marry that fellow, my dear.”
“You have to live without love, learn not to need it in order to live with it.”
“So, congratulations, you’re finally getting what you dreamed of." I take the key from around my neck, drop it into his hand, and say, “I understand perfectly.”
“Janie?” he whispered against her nape, his breath warm. A shiver wound through her entire body. Her nipples peaked, and her abdominal muscles clenched. “What?” “I’m sorry I’m not who you thought.” His lips moved against her skin. She forced instant need down along with a definite groan. “I like who you are.” He chuckled. “You do not.” “Yes, I do. You’re strong and loyal. I just wish you’d share.”
“If black males are socialized from birth to embrace the notion that their manhood will be determined by whether or not they can dominate and control others and yet the political system they live within (imperialist white-supremacist capitalist patriarchy) prevents most of them from having access to socially acceptable positions of power and dominance, then they will claim their patriarchal manhood, through socially unacceptable channels. They will enact rituals of blood, of patriarchal manhood by using violence to dominate and control.”
“How long have you been standing here?"
"Only a moment." I fluttered my lashes. I am as innocent as a baby bird, I tried to say with my eyes.
"Really." He spoke it as a statement, and frowned. "You know, eavesdropping is most unladylike."
My jaw dropped. "Eavesdropping? I was doing no such thing."
"No?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Wilcox. And false accusations are most un...most un-manly-like." The retort was a stuttered failure, but I puffed out my chest anyway. "What were you doing outside?"
"Getting fresh air."
My eyebrows shot up as if to say "Really?" He squinted at me, and I glowered back.”
“¿Alguna vez has besado a alguien y luego sentiste que se aleja incluso mientras lo estás besando? ¿Alguna vez has imaginado el día cuando sus labios ya no son tuyos para besar? ¿Alguna vez has cerrado los ojos y tratado desesperadamente de aferrarte a ese beso, a ese momento en tu mente y en tu corazón para que puedas recordarlo por siempre?
Cada beso, no importa que intranscendente, un rápido beso de saludo, un beso de agradecimiento o un beso de “te veo pronto” es tratado como si pudiera ser el último. Es como una cicatriz permanente que tú sabes nunca podrá curarse.”
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