Quotes & Sayings About Sethe

You your own best thing, Sethe. You are. — Toni Morrison

I tried to empty myself and let the spirit of Sethe inhabit me. — Oprah Winfrey

Rainwater held on to pine needles for dear life and Beloved could not take her eyes off Sethe. — Toni Morrison

Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.'
Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part. — Toni Morrison

Sethe, he says, "me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow."
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. "You your best thing, Sethe, You are." His holding fingers are holding hers.
"Me? Me? — Toni Morrison

Amy dragged her eyes over Sethe's face as though she would never give out so confidential a piece of information as that to a perfect stranger. — Toni Morrison

You got two feet, Sethe, not four. he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet. — Toni Morrison

The threads of malice creeping toward him from Beloved's side of the table were held harmless in the warmth of Sethe's smile. — Toni Morrison

By the light of the hominy fire Sixo straightens. He is through with his song. He laughs. A rippling sound like Sethe's sons
make when they tumble in hay or splash in rainwater. His feet are cooking; the cloth of his trousers smokes. He laughs.
Something is funny. Paul D guesses what it is when Sixo interrupts his laughter to call out, Seven-O! Seven-O! — Toni Morrison

You your best thing, Sethe. You are. — Toni Morrison

To Sethe, the future was a matter of keeping the past at bay. The "better life" she believed she and Denver were living was simply not that other one. — Toni Morrison

Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never. — Toni Morrison

This here Sethe talked about love like any other woman; talked about baby clothes like any other woman, but what she meant could cleave the bone. This here Sethe talked about safety with a handsaw. This here new Sethe didn't know where the world stopped and she began. Suddenly he saw what Stamp Paid wanted him to see: more important than what Sethe had done was what she claimed. It scared him. — Toni Morrison

Together they stood in the doorway. For Sethe it was as though the Clearing had come to her with all its heat and simmering leaves, where the voices of women searched for the right combination, the key, the code, the sound that broke the back of words. — Toni Morrison