Men
And Women Quotes - My mind was going a million miles an hour
“...it
was so hard for Pearl to find something with a character who looked like
her..." And after thirty minutes of watching her flip through all the
books with white kids or animals, only to spend a small fortune on erasers and
light-up gel pens, I may have made a snarky comment to the mom at the
register.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“The
still-rising sun is behind him, outlining his broad shoulders and tall, sturdy
frame in golden light. As he gets closer, stepping through the rainbow of mist
reflecting off the sprinkler's spray, I take in the rest of him.....I can
slmost see how a smile would spread across his face, the lift of his full
lips...
Which
i realize are moving right now. Oh shit. He's talking and may have been talking
for a long time while I gawked and had a whole R & B slow jame going in my
head.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“My friend Jasmine says I have resting bitch
face."
"Nothing
wrong with that. Keeps away the annoying people.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“Nice
to meet you, too. And thank you for ruining your pants for me."
His
cheeks flush a deeper pink, and he runs his hand over his face. "Uh, yeah.
Anytime."
"Oh,
no. I didn't mean it like -- not that you were even saying..." I cover my
face, too, which I'm 99 percent sure might actually be engulfed in flames.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“Oh,
um...thank you, Trisha." I choke out. "That's really nice of
you."
See,
no big deal. She's just being nice and normal and not creepy at all.
I
need to get, like, whatever is the opposite of a venti latte on the way to work
today and chill the fuck out.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“...I
almost don't recognize her walking up to the stage. Her face is free of all
makeup, and she's wearing a simple dress in a color that can best be described
as dirty dishwater. With her bleached hair pulled back into a limp braid and
sickly pale skin, she looks like some weird Instagram filter sucked all the
color out of her.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“Ruth
Gentry at six o'clock," I whisper.
His
head starts twisting around, which also really isn't helping with the totally
chill and not at all suspicious vibe. "Six o'clock? Where is six
o'clock?"
"Actually...I'm
not even sure why I said that, because I don't know where six o'clock is
either. But it sounded like the right thing to say -- just --behind you. Ruth
Gentry is behind you, and she's watching us.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“Sorry
for the holdup, folks." His voice is surprisingly deep and low, like Lance
Bass's, whenever NSYNC let him sing a line.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“..."I'll
have the IPA. Thank you, Carl."
"No
problem," Carl mutters, his tone revealing that he thinks we're all of the
problems.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“..."Like
-- there's that whole think they tell you on planes, about putting on your own
mask first. Well, l've been putting on everyone's mask -- multitasking, all at
the same time -- so none of these goddamn things are secured properly and we're
all passing out in the aisles.”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“You
just looks so young!"
....I
barely belong here at these school events, single and Black, so every time I
hear this, it's like they're confirming that, too. It makes me want to roll out
my whole resume to justify my place, Like, I have a master's degree from UCLA,
lady! I was eight month's pregnant with Pearl at the ceremony, but still! I'm
grown, just like you! I use Sensodyne, and I have enough white hairs that I
can't keep casually plucking them without looking like a "before" in
one of those women's hair loss Instagram ads I keep getting, and I am pretty
sure my back hurts more than it doesn't hurt now....”
―
Elise Bryant, It's Elementary
“I'd
heard about heartbreak in songs, but holy shit, damn. There should be a name
for that feeling...How to exist without this person?...
I
remember people always telling me ne there are other fish in the sea, and I
said, Yes, that's where they fucking are.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“The
probation officer had given my input a single paragraph. She had taken my words
but constructed her own sentences, shaving all context away. I just want him to
get better, it said. She gave me a voice of forgiveness and submission, the
agony neatly paved over. She'd reduced my suffering to the line, I don't
experience joy from this. She'd drawn her own conclusion: He doesn't need to be
behind bars. This woman, who had been absent for the entire battle, had arrived
to take the victory away.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“We'd
gotten an arrest, a guilty verdict, the small percentage that gets the conviction.
It was time to see what justice looked like. We threw open the doors, and there
was nothing. It took the breath out of me.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“One of the greatest dangers of victimhood is
the singling out; all of your attributes and anecdotes assigned blame. In court
they'll try to make you believe you are unlike the others, you are different,
an exception. You are dirtier, more stupid, more promiscuous. But it's a trick.
The assault is never personal, the blaming is.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“Brock
said he'd failed to tell the detective so many crucial details upon his initial
arrest[ed] ...my mind was going a million miles an hour, and it was impossible
for me to think clearly about what happened. Meanwhile victims are always
expected to think clearly, we don't get to use fear as an excuse.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“The
officer claimed he'd been scared, had reason to believe Philando was reaching
for his gun. Show me that scenario. A man seated with a trunk full of melting
groceries, wearing a thin layer of cotton, a little girl in the backseat. About
to whip out his gun, shoot through the cop's bulletproof vest, to be his own
getaway driver? Why would Philando shoot an innocent man withing forty seconds
of meeting him? Why would the officer?”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“When
you say go to the police, what do you envision?...the police will move on to
other cases while the victim is left in the agonizing, protracted judicial
process, where she will be made to question, and then forget, who she is. You
were physically attacked? Here's some information on how you can enter a
multiyear process of verbal abuse.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“When
I was given the opportunity to write this book, whatever God is up there said,
You got your dream. I said, Actually I was hoping for a lighter topic, and God
was like, Ha ha! You thought you got to choose.”
―
Chanel Miller, Know My Name
“...Leith,
you're my literary agent.
I'm
quite happy to insert kicking your husband's backside into my job description
at no extra charge.”
―
Sulari Gentill, After She Wrote Him
“Nothing
would upset me more than the thought that I had left you to survive on pizza
and beer like some....some....
Edward
laughed. He suddenly felt like pizza.”
―
Sulari Gentill, After She Wrote Him
“Momma
is a song that I can't forget. Her melody comes to mind and I realize that
traces of her song are still here.”
― Renée
Watson, What Momma Left Me
“How
come you never wear makeup?
My
grandma would have three heart attacks and a stroke if she saw me in makeup.”
―
Renée Watson, What Momma Left Me
“In
a materialist society, a man's value is measured by his money, not morality,
and a woman's value is measured by her flesh, not her mind.”
―
Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop
“Young
women going for older men is nothing new, it's been the relationship norm of
apekind for thousands of years.”
―
Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop
“Young
women going for older men is nothing new, it's been the relationship norm of
apekind for thousands of years. In a materialist society, a man's value is
measured by his money, not morality, and a woman's value is measured by her
flesh, not her mind.”
―
Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop
“Less
dead" homicide victims, a term credited to criminologist Steven Egger,
have historically been not as thoroughly investigated as their wealthier,
whiter, and perhaps more sober counterparts. Pretty white college students are
the most dead. Black transgender hookers with addiction issues are the least
dead.”
―
Jillian Lauren, Behold the Monster: Confronting America's Most Prolific Serial
Killer
