Celie Abuse Quotes & Sayings

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self. — May Sarton

Iowa has sent notice that the Republican nominee for the next president of the United States will not be chosen by the media. Will not be chosen by the Washington establishment. Will not be chosen by the lobbyists. But will be chosen by the most incredible powerful force, where all sovereignty resides in our nation by we the people. — Ted Cruz

I still feel pangs of remorse over an insidious habit I've had since I was a teenager. About three times a week, I attend estate auctions and make insulting, low-ball bids for prized heirlooms until I'm asked to leave. — Dennis Miller

It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how I come to know trees fear man. — Alice Walker

Why do you love me?" he asks, his voice a whisper in my ear as I close my eyes. "Because you gave me the fairytale when I didn't believe in them. — S.L. Scott

It is impossible to treat a child too well. Children are spoiled by being ignored too much or by harshness, not by kindness. — Sloan Wilson

We are always remaking history. Our memory is always an interpretive reconstruction of the past, so is perspective. — Umberto Eco

I feel relieved that we discovered that Iraq did not have nuclear weapons. — Mohamed ElBaradei

Naw, I say. Mr , can tell you, I don't like it at all. What is it to like? He git up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in. Most times I pretend I ain't there. He never know the difference. Never ast me how I feel, nothing. Just do his business, get off, go to sleep.
She start to laugh. Do his business, she say. Do his business. Why, Miss Celie. You make it sound like he going to the toilet on you.
That's what it feel like, I say.
She stop laughing. — Alice Walker

We sense this, we aggregate that, we compress information to some new output, in the form of a sentence in a human language, a language called English. A language both very structured and very amorphous, as if it were a building made of soups. A most fuzzy mathematics. Possibly utterly useless. Possibly the reason why all these people have come to this pretty pass, and now lie asleep within us, dreaming. Their languages lie to them, systemically, and in their very designs. A liar species. What a thing, really. What an evolutionary dead end. — Kim Stanley Robinson