I cried, in bed alone, and couldn't stop. I buried my head under the quilts, but my aunt heard me. She woke up and told my uncle I was crying because the Holy Ghost had come into my life, and because I had seen Jesus. But I was really crying because I couldn't bear to tell her that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the church, that I hadn't seen Jesus, and that now I didn't believe there was a Jesus anymore, since he didn't come to help me.

Who Said It?: 

Langston Hughes

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Salvation

Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #1822 from Salvation by Langston Hughes.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Who Said It?: 

Langston Hughes

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A Dream Deferred

Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #72 from A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes.

It steadies me now but it won't forever. I've done my homework, read books, websites, and message boards, lurked on lists, and even questioned a social worker too exhausted to guard her words, and I know how bad the odds are for girls like me.

We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring.

We binge, purge, sleep around. We drink too much and get too high, anything to blot out the past. We accept and endure beatings and humiliations because our fathers, our uncles, and our mothers' twisted boyfriends said they loved us, too, right before they broke our bones and tore our tissue, right before they made us recieve them.

I tighten the first screw. Oh yes, I have done my homework.

We have babies because we want them to love us, to make us important, but they only make us tired and fat and stinking of spit up because they're babies, not saviors. Their fathers leave us, sick of crap and sour milk, sweatpants and tears.

But the babies still need all of us, only there isn't anything left to give because we based our worth on the lowlifes who knocked us up and around.

So our babies end up screwed up and screwed with because now we're single again,...

Who Said It?: 

Laura Wiess

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Such A Pretty Girl

Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #1821 from Such A Pretty Girl by Laura Wiess.

The depth of darkness into which you can descend and still live, is an exact measure, I believe, of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

Who Said It?: 

Laurens Van der Post

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The Night of the New Moon

Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #177 from The Night of the New Moon by Laurens Van der Post.

Why? You want to know why?

Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they are tight.

Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all, "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and drink and cut because you need the anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you.

"Why?" is the wrong question.

Ask "Why not?"

Who Said It?: 

Laurie Halse Anderson

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Wintergirls

Submitted on Saturday, October 10, 2009 - 07:19 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #2381 from Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson.

The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees the wet knife, silver and bone. The screams of my little sister shatter mirrors.

Who Said It?: 

Laurie Halse Anderson

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Wintergirls

Submitted on Saturday, October 10, 2009 - 07:06 — Gabrielle
Link to full quote: Quote #2379 from Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson.