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1 " No one says: when my family treated me as a stranger, I preferred the company of strangers, and I walked among strangers and what did I find but God in every one of their faces. "
― Joanna Brooks , The Book of Mormon Girl: Stories from an American Faith
2 " No one says: I broke rules, I broke rules, I broke rules - I broke all the rules. That one. And that one. And that one too. Yes, I did. "
3 " You see that? That big messy spiral of people, moving, trying to find God? I ask them, as the exodus unfolds once again on screen.That right there is Zion. Get there however you can. "
4 " Courage doesn't mean being free from fear; it means learning to work through fear and speak even when we are afraid. "
5 " What do we do with ourselves when we find we have failed to become the adults we dreamed as pious children? "
6 " I am not the same kind of Mormon girl I was when I was seven, eight, or eighteen years old. I am not an orthodox Mormon woman like my mother. I am an unorthodox Mormon woman with a fierce and hungry faith. "
7 " Religion is about responsibility to a community and a tradition ... "
8 " I said "it is my first language, my mother tongue, my family, my people, my home; it is my heart, my heart, my heart." No one says any of these things. But they should. "
9 " How badly I wanted to belong as I had when I was a young Mormon girl, to be simply a working part in the great Mormon plan of salvation, a smiling exemplar of our sparkling difference. But instead I found myself a headstrong Mormon woman staking out her spiritual survival at a difficult point in Mormon history. "
10 " I can’t go on like this, I told myself. And You can’t possibly want me to feel this way, I demanded of God. God didn’t argue. Forced to choose between my nostalgia for the faith of my childhood and my dignity as an adult, I put down the doll and drove away. "
11 " Who watches over us when we leave? Who remembers our names when disappear ourselves from home? Who hears the absence of our voices? Who misses the sound of our stories? "
12 " This is a church of tenderness and arrogance, of sparkling differences and human failings. There is no unmixing the two. "
13 " After many years of confusion, she will come home to a house she chose herself, with a man she chose herself, a man whose body does not menace, a man who does not dream of owning her. She will share a bed with him. She will go to bed wearing her own name. Two daughters in sweaty pajamas will dream sovereign dreams in their bedrooms down the hall. "