Quotes with Page Number Beloved by Toni Morrison
“Releasing yourself was something, declaring ownership of that freed self was another.”
or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t like at all.”
pal of my mind. She collect me, guy. The pieces I am, she collect them and give them back to me in all the ideal order.”
crazy discussions full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding might ever be.”
is an isolation that can be
Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and includes the rocker. It’s an inside kind– wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that strolls. No rocking can hold it down. It lives. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”—-“He wishes to put his story beside hers.”
you, we got more yesterday than any person. We need
Love it hard. Yonder they do not enjoy your flesh. They despise it. They don’t enjoy your eyes; they ‘d simply as quickly choose em out. No more do they enjoy the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my individuals they do not enjoy your hands. Those they just use, tie, bind, slice off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face ’cause they don’t enjoy that either. You got to enjoy it, you! And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it once again. What you say out of it they will not observe. What you yell from it they do not hear. What you take into it to nourish your body they will take away and give you leavins rather. No, they do not enjoy your mouth. You got to like it. This is flesh I’m discussing here. Flesh that needs to be liked. Feet that require to rest and to dance; backs that require support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not enjoy your neck unnoosed and straight. So enjoy your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they ‘d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to like them. The dark, dark liver– love it, like it and the beat and beating heart, enjoy that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw totally free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, enjoy your heart. For this is the reward.”—-“if they put an iron circle your neck I will bite it away”—- “Some things you forget. Other things you never ever do
due to the fact that they’re inside.”—- “He licked his lips. ‘Well, if you desire my opinion-“I do not,’She said. ‘I have my own. “—-“Today is always here,’said Sethe.’Tomorrow, never.
hard? I hope she didn’t pass away hard.’ Sethe shook her head.’Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard
female to like anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her kids she had chosen to love. The best thing, he understood, was
am, she collect them and provide back to me in all the best order. It’s good, you know, when you got a female who is a good friend of your mind.”
and quiet.”—-“You your finest thing, Sethe. You are.”—-” Jump, if you wish to, ’cause I
lady. I’ll capture you fore you fall. Go as far inside as you require to, I’ll hold your ankles. Make certain you return out. I’m not stating this because I need a place to remain. That’s the last thing I need. I informed you, I’m a strolling male, but I been heading in this
long. However when I got here and sat out there