76 Quotes by Brit Bennett

A soft death can be swallowed with Called home to be with the Lord or We’ll see her again in glory, but hard deaths get caught in the teeth like gristle. We.

Maybe she’d never really known her mother at all. And if you couldn’t know the person whose body was your first home, then who could you ever know?

A daughter grows older and draws nearer to her mother, until she gradually overlaps her like a sewing pattern. But a son becomes some irreparably separate thing.

Grief was not a line, carrying you infinitely further from loss. You never knew when you would be sling-shot backward into its grip. –.

It wasn’t hard to move into someone else’ life if you did it a little at a time.

She wanted this baby and that was the difference: magic you wanted was a miracle, magic you didn’t want was a haunting.

Oh girl, we have known littlebit love. That littlebit of honey left in an empty jar that traps the sweetness in your mouth long enough to mask your hunger. We have run tongues over teeth to savor that last littlebit as long as we could, and in all our living, nothing has starved us more.

Her father propped his sadness on a pew, but she put her sad in places no one could see.

She always felt nervous around strange men, even though she’d known the man who’d hurt her. If a man who knew you could hurt you, who knew what a man who didn’t might do?