Quotes From Beloved Toni Morrison Novels & Stories

” “ I'm proud of you, Miranda. She'd said when I'd graduated early primary at the top of my class. ” “ Her words never cease to make me recall the quote, “ Keep smiling, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. ” “ Hm. ” Jose was attentive, quietly listening to her. It'd been a long time since they've actually had a heart to heart conversation and he honestly missed it.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

They both fell asleep with heavy but warm hearts. Quote for this episode: ‘The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall’

A quote in bold: “Your voice is your power. Don’t give it away.” She ran her fingers over the board, remembering the girl who had first taped that quote to the wall. That girl had cried in silence. Had been betrayed and sold. Had once believed survival meant staying small. Now that girl was gone. And the woman who stood in her place wasn’t giving up anything ever again. Back in the dark corners of the city, Richard stared at a wall of photos—each one pinned and annotated like a crime board.

He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, “Do you want to talk about it, or do you need another minute?” I hold his free hand between mine, focusing on the creases and tiny hairs in his skin. “And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” “Why are you quoting Nietzsche?” he asks curiously. “Because he was right,” I answer, looking up at him in defeat. Ayawamat frowns, “Orenda, you’re not evil or corrupt. You have not become the monsters you hunt. How can you even think that?”

The cold liquid hits my vein, and the pain retreats behind frosted glass, watching me burn from a distance. I lean against the container, stroking my stomach. "I’m sorry," I whisper into the dark. The words float like ghosts. "Mommy was a fool who thought love could turn a wolf into a man. But Mommy isn’t a fool anymore. You two—remember this pain. Remember it so you never mistake a golden cage for a home."

Fed them to the fire, and let them burn till the end that's how they will know it. And when the last page burned, she whispered the line she’d once written at the treaty’s end: “We tried to build with words. Now we build with ruin.”

"You lived to multiply love. To turn one sacrifice into thousands of lives saved. To prove that people can change, that redemption is possible, that family is about choice." "Did it work?" "Look at me, Mom. Really look at me." I focused on her face – young, strong, determined. "I'm here because Grandma Lily jumped in front of bullets fifty-five years ago. I exist because of her choice. And I'm not alone. Thousands of people exist because of the choices you made after her death." "So it worked?" "It worked beautifully." "Then I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To let go. To stop fighting the forgetting. To trust that the story continues without me."

Then speak it. ​I drew in a shaking breath, filling my lungs with the scent of ozone and fire. “I choose to live. I choose to love. I choose him. I choose the fire that doesn't bow and the bond that doesn't break. I choose to exist!” ​The ground roared in answer. The red-gold light surged upward, meeting the cold force head-on. The clash wasn't loud; it was final. It was the sound of a period being placed at the end of a long, dark sentence.

The nib scratched softly. *You taught me I was a burden.* The line looked stark against the white. *You told me I should be grateful to be sold instead of abandoned. That the debt with my name on it was bigger than my right to choose anything.* *I believed you for a long time.* My hand tightened around the pen. Ink blotted slightly at the end of the line. *Because I believed you, I hurt myself more than you ever did.* *I bent. I shrank. I apologize for existing. I walked into cages because I thought it was what I owed.*