76 Quotes by Brit Bennett

Poorness never left you, she told him. It was a hunger that embedded itself into your bones. It starved you, even when you were full.

We were already mothers then, some by heart and some by womb. We rocked grandbabies left in our care and taught the neighborhood kids piano and baked pies for the sick and shut-in. We all mothered somebody.

After a secret’s been told, everyone becomes a prophet.

Her days felt like being handed from person to person like a baton, her calculus teacher passing her to her Spanish teacher to her chemistry teacher to her friends and back home to her parents. Then one day, her mother’s hand was gone and she’d fallen, clattering to the floor.