Hasti > Hasti's Quotes

“I've always felt like once someone sees me deep down, that's it. There's something ugly in there, or unlovable, and you're the only person who's ever made me feel like I'm okay.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“I thought you didn’t like holding hands,” I say.
“And you said you did,” he says.
“So, what? I just get whatever I want now?” I tease.
His smile flickers back into place, calm and restrained. “Yes, Poppy,” he says. “You get whatever you want now. Is that a problem?”
“What if I want you to have what you want?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Are you just saying that because you know what I’m going to say, and you want to make fun of me for it?”
“No?” I say. “Why? What are you going to say?”
Our hands go still between us. “I have what I want, Poppy.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“I spent my whole life thinking anyone outside my family who got too close, saw too much, wouldn’t want me anymore”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“Then you tell me your favourite colour so I can send you flowers, your favourite place so I can take you there, your favourite book so I can read it just so we can argue about it. I know you want to work in radio, and I plan to cheer you on every step of the way. I might even listen to TSwift, if you insist.”
― Uzma Jalaluddin, Hana Khan Carries On

“What do we owe the people who grew us up, who first made up our entire world? It's complicated for the kids of immigrants. I'm not talking about the usual "my parents don't understand" thing. My parents believe in the power of choice, and they never asked me to sacrifice my dreams for theirs. Yet I feel like I should anyway. Where does this feeling come from? Is it just loyalty and strong family ties? Is it because, as part of a marginalized community, we all had to stick together to survive, and that sort of experience tends to become habit? Maybe it's about guilt. We are kids who benefited from the sacrifices our parents made when they decided to move to a richer, safer country. If we then grow up to grow apart, have we become ungrateful villains?”
― Uzma Jalaluddin, Hana Khan Carries On

“It is hard to lie in letters -- too easy for teardrops to mark the page”
― Uzma Jalaluddin, Hana Khan Carries On

“Dominant, submissive, mistress or baby girl, the power always returns to me.”
― Nichole Perkins, Sometimes I Trip On How Happy We Could Be

“Families always want a lot of babies, especially boys, to carry on the name, and for Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, it was also about money. Maggie hadn’t had any kids yet, so everyone thought something was wrong with her. Women have to have a lot of babies to be worth anything.”
― Nichole Perkins, Sometimes I Trip On How Happy We Could Be

“Lonely, ain't it?
Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.'
'I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning. ”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“It hit her like a sledgehammer, and it was then that she knew what to feel. A liquid trail of hate flooded her chest.
Knowing that she would hate him long and well filled her with pleasant anticipation, like when you know you are going to fall in love with someone and you wait for the happy signs. Hating BoyBoy, she could get on with it, and have the safety, the thrill, the consistency of that hatred as long as she wanted or needed it to define and strengthen her or protect her from routine vulnerabilities.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“the loss pressed down on her chest and came up into her throat. it was a fine cry -- loud and long -- but it had no bottom and no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“I'm me," she whispered. "Me"
Nel didn't know quite what she meant, but on the other hand she knew exactly what she meant.
"I'm me. I'm not their daughter. I'm not Nel. I'm me. Me."
Every time she said the word me there was a gathering in her like power, like joy, like fear. Back in bed with her discovery, she stared out the window at the dark leaves of the horse chestnut.
"Me," she murmured. And then, sinking deeper into the quilts, "I want... I want to be... wonderful. Oh, Jesus, make me wonderful.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Pain was greedy; it demanded all of her attention.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Because each had discovered years before that they were neither white nor male, and that all freedom and triumph was forbidden to them, they had set about creating something else to be.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Seeing her step so easily from the pantry and emerge looking precisely as she did when she entered, only happier, taught Sula that sex was pleasant and frequent, but otherwise unremarkable.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“They did not believe death was accidental - life might be, but death was deliberate.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“Favorite word?” he whispers.
I don’t even hesitate: “You.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home for eleven years. I’ll go anywhere you go.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Limerence.'

There's no other word like it. The state of being infatuated with another person.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Treat your body carefully. Take care of it. Don’t let anyone abuse it, and don’t abuse it yourself. Every inch of your skin I made diligently; months I slaved over you. You are my masterpiece.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I think of her everywhere. She is everywhere, in every moment, and also she’s in no one moment. She misses every single one of my moments and I’m not sure who that is harder for: me surviving here without her, or her without me, existing wherever she is.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I give myself three more seconds to look at him and it's like another punch to the gut. He's my person. He's always been my person. My best friend, my confidant, probably the love of my life.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“When I lost her, it felt like I was drowning in all the love I still had that could never be given. It filled me up, choked me like a rag doused in kerosene, spilled out in tears and screams and in heavy, pulsing silence.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I don't know," I stuttered, "Do you love me?"
His gaze was so intent the entire world seemed to stop. "You tell me. I never stop thinking about you. I worry about you all the time. Every beautiful thing I see reminds me of you. I can't finish my practices in Colorado with out wishing you were around," he said in a steady tone. "You tell me what I feel.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“I'm starting to understand that you can always make time for the things that matter.”
― Mariana Zapata, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me