Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it will drown you.
Misery won't touch you gentle. It always leaves its thumbprints on you; sometimes it leaves them for others to see, sometimes for nobody but you to know of.
Create dangerously, for people who read dangerously. ... Writing, knowing in part that no matter how trivial your words may seem, someday, somewhere, someone may risk his or her life to read them.
If a woman is worth remembering,' said my grandmother, 'there is no need to have her name carved in letters.
When you write ,it's like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring then unity.
It's not easy to start over in a new place,' he said. 'Exile is not for everyone. Someone has to stay behind, to receive the letters and greet family members when they come back.
I also know there are timeless waters, endless seas, and lots of people in this world whose names don't matter to anyone but themselves. I look up at the sky and I see you there.
...women, brave as stars at dawn
These were our bedtime stories. Tales that haunted our parents and made them laugh at the same time. We never understood them until we were fully grown and they became our sole inheritance.
People are just too hopeful, and sometimes hope is the biggest weapon of all to use against us. People will believe anything.
So much had fallen into the sea. Hats fell in to the sea. Hearts fell into the sea. So much had fallen into the sea
All anyone can hope for is just a tiny bit of love, like a drop in a cup if you can get it, or a waterfall, a flood, if you can get that too.
Anger is a wasted emotion.
It is the calm and silent waters that drown you.
No one will love you more than you love your pain.
I think Haiti is a place that suffers so much from neglect that people only want to hear about it when it’s at its extreme. And that’s what they end up knowing about it.
They say behind mountains are more mountains.
You learned in school that you have pencils and paper only because the trees gave themselves in unconditional sacrifice.
The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.
I wish I could've done more for her, but some sorrows were simply too individual to share.
Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.
All anyone can hope for is just a tiny bit of love, manman says, like a drop in a cup if you can get it, or a waterfall, a flood, if you can get that too.
Two mountains can never meet but perhaps you and I can meet again. I am coming to your waterfall
. “Manman tells papa, you cannot let them kill somebody just because you are afraid. Papa says, oh yes, you can let them kill somebody because you are afraid. They are the law. It is their right.
For so long this had been my life, but it was all in the past. Now we all had to try and find the future.
Our fatigue limited our desire to talk. Besides, each person's story did nothing except bring you closer to your own pain.
Pretend that this is a time of miracles and we believe in them.
Even from those very first hours, Claire was an easy and quiet child. It was as though she already knew that she could not afford to be picky or make demands.
Posing is death. I think when you make people pose for a photograph, you kill them.
Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.
