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Fire Shut Up in My Bones QUOTES

Fire Shut Up in My Bones QUOTES

1 " Children see God every day; they just don't call it that. It's the summer sky painted with cumulus clouds by day and sequined with a million stars by night. It's the sweet whispers of sweet gum trees and the sounds riding the tops of honeysuckle-scented breezes. Children feel God stuffed into brown fluffy dogs with stitches strong enough to withstand a good squeeze, and on the lips of round women who can't get enough sugar from Chocolate.

I began to believe that God is us and nature, beauty and love, mystery and majesty, everything right and good. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

2 " I had been fortified by trauma, the way a bone, once broken, grows back stronger than it had been. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

3 " It was words and reading that had made me quiet, and being quiet had made me a mark. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

4 " I better understood the little lies that liquor told, lifting spirits and drowning sorrows while withholding the whole truth--that, in the end, it is the spirit in peril of drowning. Sorrows have gills. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

5 " It was the kind of building that remembered things, deep-down things, things that rode tears into the world, telling them back to anyone old enough or wise enough to know how to listen with their eyes. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

6 " I don't know how to describe the sound of a world crashing. Maybe there is no sound, just a great emptiness, an enveloping sorrow, a creeping nothingness that coils itself around you like a stiff wire. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

7 " I would harness the truths that had been trapped in me like a fire shut up in my bones. I would give my life over to my passions, my writing, and my children, and they would breathe life back into me. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

8 " A heart still works even when it's broken "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

9 " No one knows how to hold a grudge like a proper Southerner. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

10 " The house had a small galley kitchen where my mother performed daily miracles, stretching a handful into a potful, making the most of what we raised. Cooking mostly from memory and instinct, she took a packet of meat, a bunch of greens or a bag of peas, a couple of potatoes, a bowl of flour, a cup of cornmeal, a few tablespoons of sugar, added a smattering of this and a smidgeon of that, and produced meals of rich and complementary flavors and textures. Delicious fried chicken, pork chops, and steak, sometimes smothered with hearty gravy, the meat so tender that it fell from the bone. Cob-scraped corn pan-fried in bacon drippings, served with black-eyed peas and garnished with thick slices of fresh tomato, a handful of diced onion, and a tablespoon of sweet pickle relish. A mess of overcooked turnips simmering in neck-bone-seasoned pot liquor, nearly black—tender and delectable. The greens were minced on the plate, doused with hot pepper sauce, and served with a couple sticks of green onions and palm-sized pieces of hot-water cornbread, fried golden brown, covered with ridges from the hand that formed them, crispy shell, crumbly soft beneath. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

11 " For much of my life I would crave attention with a carnal intensity. From anyone. From everyone. That feeling of being chosen. I would flirt with anyone who was congenial and amenable—a ravenous, indiscriminate flirtation, or a feather-light, barely-there one—or allow myself to be flirted with, by women and men alike, to cover the emptiness I felt or to fill in the hole, the desired culmination being not so much physical intimacy as emotional affirmation. The boy who had once felt invisible would forever ache simply to be seen. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

12 " It would only be in the cold gaze of hindsight that I would be able to comprehend that while in flight from pain, I became an agent of it. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

13 " Time ground to a halt and the trees whispered in the language of God and nature about steadfastness and resilience—gently saying that one could be constantly stirred yet not moved, bent but not broken, that a thing well grounded and deeply rooted could ever stand. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

14 " I was afraid that men like that could see the hole in me, a thing I dared not admit even to myself: that I had an aching need to be chosen, to be seen "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

15 " Boys hijacked by hormones don’t really think, they chase. They see risk and consequences as if through the wrong end of a telescope: smaller and pushed far away. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

16 " but blaming him for the whole of the difference in my peculiar sexual identity, while convenient, was most likely not completely accurate. Abusers don’t necessarily make children different in that way, but rather, they are diabolically gifted at detecting that kind of difference, often before the child can see it in him or herself, articulate it, and accept it. It is possible that Chester glimpsed a light in me, and that moved the darkness in him. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

17 " I had to stop romanticizing the man I might have been and be the man that I was, not by neatly fitting other people’s definitions of masculinity or constructs of sexuality, but by being uniquely me—made in the image of God, nurtured by the bosom of nature, and forged in the fire of life. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

18 " He had learned a language and a protocol dictated by fear and necessary for survival. Like many older black people, he suffered from a chronic reflex racism. Having heard tell of—or witnessed, or experienced—so many horrible things done at the hands of white folks, he feared most and trusted few of them. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

19 " Then I had the idea that it wasn’t her that I needed in that moment so much as a father. This was an issue among boys and men. I needed a man who could understand and help me make sense of what happened, a heavy arm in whose crook I could hide. I needed a father like Jed, someone with the kind of eyes that forgave secret shame before it scarred the throat in the speaking. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones

20 " It was in my mind that I believed the thing had happened, and it was in my mind that I now fused together abuse and attraction. "

― Charles M. Blow , Fire Shut Up in My Bones