Novel & Cerita Quotes From Beloved Toni Morrison

He thought of the nights they had lain beneath these very stars, weaving stories for their daughter, promising her that nothing loved was ever truly lost. He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her brow. “Only those who burned bright enough,” he said softly. “The stars are old. They have seen many stories, many lives. But they remember the ones who changed the world—the ones who loved fiercely, who gave all they had, who left light behind for others to follow.” She leaned into him, warm and small against his side. “Mama burned bright, didn’t she?”

“Cancer was the first honest thing. It didn't pretend to love me. It didn't ask me to smile. It just told the truth and took what it wanted.” My hands sweat and I wipe them on my dress and I keep moving. “When I say he married my womb, people think I'm bitter,” I read. “I am. Bitter is what you taste when you spit the poison out. Bitter is the aftertaste of survival. But inside that bitterness there's something else. There's the small girl who loved words and didn't know contracts, and the woman who learned to be soft with herself after the world was not. I'm writing for her. Not for him. Not for you. For the girl who thought bleeding meant she failed.”

To my family—both chosen and blood—thank you for your support and belief in me. To those who read this story and see pieces of themselves, thank you for your courage. To every survivor: this was written for you. Opening Quote “Even when no one hears you scream, your truth still matters. So, scream your truth.” — Malissa Wood “She didn’t forget the pain—she grew around it. Like roots breaking through concrete, she made something beautiful from what tried to bury her.” -Unknown

Now they felt like a circle, unbroken and broad enough to gather what we were becoming. “Thank you,” I whispered. To the Moon. To the ones who had loved me when I had nothing to give but empty hands and stubborn will. To the girl who had built a hut in the rain rather than lie down and drown. To the woman who had stood before a monster made of hunger and said no.

Toward the world waiting outside. "Freedom." The word felt strange on my tongue. "I think I'm finally ready for it." Morrison looked up from his phone, dropped the fork and focused his gaze on me. “Quinn.” I drummed my fingers on the table. “Thank you for all you’ve done for my safety, Joe.” He said nothing. “It is high time I took my leave.” Both of them watched without a word. Suddenly, Joe’s expression darkened. “No.” I tapped his shoulders gently. "Don't become the villain in the chapter where I finally choose myself."

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

Even though I still feel like I'm failing. But I'm going to keep trying. That's what love is. Trying, even when it's hard. Morwen closed the journal, her heart full. She didn't know who had written these words, but they felt like a gift—a reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggles, that others had walked this path before her. "Morwen?" Clara's voice came from the doorway. "What are you doing here?" Morwen turned, holding up the journal. "I found something. Someone else's story. And it reminded me that I'm not the only one who's trying to learn."

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

‘And I think as of the moment, I’m having writer's block. Jamia: ‘Then walk,’ she said. ‘One of the CEOs, well I forget who’s CEO is that, but then he said, the best ideas formed when we walk.’ Irina: ‘Sure, I’ll do that,’ I said. ‘Have you finished the book I sent you, The Time Traveler’s Wife?’ Jamia: ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom.’