Quotes From Beloved Toni Morrison Novels & Stories

“You love stars?” She is startled. She looks at me for a second before looking back up. “Ah, yes.” She says softly, then looks at me. “They remind me that even in the darkest places, light can survive.” “But what if the darkness is stronger?” She smiles, and for some reason, my heart skips a beat. Elara Solis is beautiful, no doubt, but we’re enemies…that just happen to be co-parents. “Then we burn. Burn brighter.” She looks away and mutters, “Burn away for ourselves and for those we love.”

Whenever arguments became too loud. Whenever life became too much. Books never asked questions. Books never judged. Books never reminded me of my failures. They simply existed. I sat in my favorite corner and wrapped my arms around myself. For a while I simply stared ahead. Thinking. Remembering. Hurting. The words Vivian spoke earlier replayed over and over again. Like a broken record. Know your place. Give birth to their child and leave. If you need money, I can give you. Money. The thought made my chest tighten.

Children ran past her with paper boats, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes. An old woman hummed outside her flower stall. And the world for once felt like it wasn’t asking her to prove anything. She passed the bookstore where Liam once bought her poetry collections. The display window had changed a new release stood in the center titled “The Long Way Home.” She smiled at the coincidence. Inside, she flipped through the first few pages, and her eyes caught on a quote: “Forgiveness isn’t the end of love it’s the transformation of it.”

That's more than most people can say, I guess. I realize I'm way past the required number of quotes and maybe even getting to the point of too many, but I have to include one more. Emerson wrote, "Truly it demands something godlike in [her] who has cast off the common motives of humanity, and has ventured to trust [herself] for a taskmaster." I am a goddess. "Damnit, Taylor." A few students looked up at my unintentional outburst. Justin was one of them, an open glare on his face. "Language, C-dawg." His tone conveyed that he did not take kindly to either word in my pronouncement.

she paused for a second before yelling even louder, "Hey, I can give you tips!" “How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken,” Mr. Eller, my AP Lit teacher read the quote out loud as he stood in front of the class. “Now, what do you think Tennessee Williams meant by that?” One kid raised his hand and said, “I think he’s talking about the glass figurines. They’re so fragile,” “Okay,” Mr. Eller nodded his head. “Any other ideas?” “I agree, but I also think that’s also a symbolism for love and relationships. They’re also beautiful and easily broken,” another girl replied.

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

“More than the darkness that sought to claim us. Our children… they are proof that even the deepest wounds can give rise to something beautiful.” I tightened my embrace around her, feeling the fragile rhythm of life in her arms, a reminder that everything we had fought for had led to this moment. “They are proof,” I said, voice low, raw, and reverent, “that even in a world forged by war, love endures. That we endure.”

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

, he stated. “I think you did, because I wouldn’t have it now”, she said to him. “Meaning?” He raised his eyebrows. “Meaning, if your mother had, then I have it too, because you are my beloved”, she continued. “You gave it o me, just like your father gave it to your mother.” “Just like you can freeze blood, also, as I do”, she whispered, getting a disapproving look from him, knowing how it bothered him that she thought of herself, that she was a monster.