How tall are you, Constantine?” I asked, unable to hide my tears.
Constantine narrowed her eyes at me.
“How tall is you?”
“Five-eleven,” I cried. “I’m already taller than the boys’ basketball coach.”
“Well, I’m five-thirteen, so quit feeling sorry for yourself.
Bosoms,” she announces, with a hand to her own, “are for bedrooms and breastfeeding. Not for occasions with dignity.”
“Well, what do you want her to do, Eleanor? Leave them at home?
I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it
Kathryn StockettEssendo alla ricerca di un futuro per me stessa, mi piace sapere le possibilità degli altri.
Kathryn StockettNon so cosa dirle: so soltanto che non glielo dico. E so che neanche lei dice quello che vuole dire, ed è strano perché nessuno dice niente, eppure è come se ci parlassimo lo stesso.
Kathryn StockettA course we different! Everybody know colored people and white people ain't the same. But we still just people.
Kathryn StockettNo one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens. Mother climbs all the way to the third floor and stands over me in my bed, but I act like I'm still asleep. Because I just want to remember it awhile
Kathryn StockettKindness don't have no boundaries.
Kathryn StockettTags: kindness
It was delicious to have someone to keep secrets with
Kathryn StockettThings ain't never gone change in this town , Aibileen. We living in hell. Our kids is trapped.
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