She saw poetry where other writers merely saw failure to cope with English.
There’s something in all of us that wants a medal for what we have done. That wants to be appreciated.
Like, sick as she is, if a snake cross her path, she kill it.
there was no sympathy for struggle that ended in defeat. Which meant there was no sympathy for struggle itself-only for “winning.
I wish you were with me, or I with you.
She say, All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy, I had to fight my brothers. I had to fight my cousins and my uncles. A girl child ain’t safe in a family of men. But I never thought I’d have to fight in my own house. She let out her breath. I loves Harpo, she say. God knows I do. But I’ll kill him dead before I let him beat me. Now if you want a dead son-in-law you just keep on advising him like you doing. She put her hand on her hip. I used to hunt game with a bow and arrow, she say.
I try to teach my heart not to want nothing it can’t have
Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.
I think of the meaning of the word “testimony.” Originally it named the custom of two men holding each other’s testicles in a gesture of trust, later to metamorphose into the handshake.
Then she added thoughtfully, “And that old woman that turned me off so short got down so bad in the end that she was walking on two sticks.