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How to Make an American Quilt by Whitney Otto
5.0
Favorite Quotes
No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that’s why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
All you have to go on is the faith of a kiss.
The best men tell you the truth because they think you can take it; the worst men either try to preserve you in some innocent state with their false protection, or are ‘brutally honest.’ When someone tells, lets you think for yourself, experience your own emotions, he is treating you as a true equal, a friend…And the best men cook for you.
I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.
…she eventually forgave him, because she understood him.
The worst dream of the night, when you are parted from someone you love and you do not know exactly where he is, but you know that he is in the presence of danger. You are tormented by a desire to keep the one you love safe.
…brotherhood of the firstborn, which can be both a blessing and a curse: the overwhelming attention to the detail of their lives and development. The expectations that run too high: being the bridge between adults and children, one foot in either place and the accompanying hollow lonely feeling of being nowhere.
…that would be too much like running away, and that, she would not do. She does not run—they cannot make her—she walks.
…she is admired from afar. These admirers court her in secret, in the safety of their dreams.
No one fights dirtier or more brutally than blood; only family knows it’s own weaknesses, the exact placement of the heart. The tragedy is that one can still live with the force of hatred, feel infuriated that once you are born to another, that kinship lasts through life and death, immutable, unchanging, no matter how great the misdeed or betrayal. Blood cannot be denied, and perhaps that’s why we fight tooth and claw, because we cannot—being only human—put asunder what God has joined together.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
All you have to go on is the faith of a kiss.
The best men tell you the truth because they think you can take it; the worst men either try to preserve you in some innocent state with their false protection, or are ‘brutally honest.’ When someone tells, lets you think for yourself, experience your own emotions, he is treating you as a true equal, a friend…And the best men cook for you.
I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.
…she eventually forgave him, because she understood him.
The worst dream of the night, when you are parted from someone you love and you do not know exactly where he is, but you know that he is in the presence of danger. You are tormented by a desire to keep the one you love safe.
…brotherhood of the firstborn, which can be both a blessing and a curse: the overwhelming attention to the detail of their lives and development. The expectations that run too high: being the bridge between adults and children, one foot in either place and the accompanying hollow lonely feeling of being nowhere.
…that would be too much like running away, and that, she would not do. She does not run—they cannot make her—she walks.
…she is admired from afar. These admirers court her in secret, in the safety of their dreams.