"...If you love someone you never leave them, and they never leave you. The empty space just fills in a little with other things in your life and you learn to live again." p. 16
"...when you love someone you do what's best for them." p. 75
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The Help by Kathryn Stockett
The first time I was ever called ugly, I was thirteen.........
Constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand something with both knew meant Listen. Listen to me.
" Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision." Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. "You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?"
She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was someone other than my mother's white child. All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
p. 74
Someone whose eyes simply said, without words, You are fine with me. p.76
...and that's when I got to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
p. 107
"...Saying thank you, when you really mean it, when you remember what someone done for you....it's so good. p. 306
"All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries." p.368
There is so much you don't know about a person. I wonder if I could've made her days a little bit easier, if I tried. If I'd treated her a little nicer. Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought. p. 492
Constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand something with both knew meant Listen. Listen to me.
" Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision." Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. "You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?"
She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was someone other than my mother's white child. All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
p. 74
Someone whose eyes simply said, without words, You are fine with me. p.76
...and that's when I got to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
p. 107
"...Saying thank you, when you really mean it, when you remember what someone done for you....it's so good. p. 306
"All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries." p.368
There is so much you don't know about a person. I wonder if I could've made her days a little bit easier, if I tried. If I'd treated her a little nicer. Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought. p. 492
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