A person doesn't mourn forever.

Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

This country wants to live in the illusion that it is tolerant but also wants to be able to practice intolerance.

Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.

Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the possibility of love, this place would just devour us.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

I think what happened to me was that I was always being taught to look, but one day I started to see. And it was because a lot of women in my life were refusing just to be looked at, to be this passive figure.