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21 " Boys are like that, always trying to pretend they're saving girls from something. They never seem to realize we can save ourselves. "
― , Betty
22 " Some little girls grow up with fathers who are decent, kind and tenderly nested by their daughter's heart. Other little girls grow up with no father at all, thus ignorant of good men and the not so good ones. The unluckiest of all little girls grow up with fathers who know how to make storms out of sunshine and blue skies. My mother was one such unlucky little girl and suffered the childhood you run away from. Except, if you have nowhere to run to "
23 " Oh, gee,” I said. “You know us girls too well. All we want is flowers and candy and gettin’ our boobs touched. What more is there to life than that? Never mind if we can pick our own flowers for ourselves, or eat candy whenever we want to. Gee, I sure am glad that you know what us girls want because we might not be able to figure that out on our own. "
24 " One day...God will turn out all the lights to remind people like you that in the dark, you won't be able to tell who is white like you and who ain't. We'll have to treat one another equally. We'll learn it's not our skin color that makes us good or bad. And only when we learn that, will God turn the lights back on. "
25 " A girl comes of age against the knife. She must learn to bear its blade. To be cut. To bleed. "
26 " The two wolves live inside all of us,” Dad had said. “They fight until one of them is killed.” When I asked him which wolf lives, he said, “The one you nourish and love. "
27 " I had come to realize that buried secrets are just seeds that grow more sin. "
28 " But I had learned that just because time has moved forward, it does not mean something so terrible ever gets easier to bear. "
29 " Between God and Devil, our family tree grew with rotten roots, broken branches, and fungus on the leaves "
30 " The earth is warm enough.’ Nature speaks to us. We just have to remember how to listen. "
31 " I realized then that not only did Dad need us to believe his stories, we needed to believe them as well. To believe in unripe stars and eagles able to do extraordinary things. What it boiled down to was a frenzied hope that there was more to life than the reality around us. Only then could we claim a destiny we did not feel cursed to "