116 Quotes by Rebecca Wells

What Sidda did not know was how much more singing there was when Vivi was growing up. That’s the kind of thing the history books don’t tell you. How people sang outdoors all the time.

Honestly, Edythe, Mama says, like she’s going to give her the most important advice in the world, If you continue acting this way, you will be unpopular for the rest of your life. I wish I could go someplace far away.

She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words ‘time management’ out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let herself float down the unchartered beautiful fertile musky swamp of life, where creativity and eroticism and deep intelligence dwell.

I shake so hard that freckles jump off my face.

She breathed in the vast world of suffering and pure, dark love, and as she did, a well of compassion began to flow in her.

I danced with her mother on an old wooden floor where rhythm was queen. I danced with her father as he held her mother. I danced with her mother when her belly was big, a sail blown full with the wind. I held her mother as she let go of the earth’s pull, as her family did its best to let the sweet dancing mother come home to me.

I couldn’t wait until my own stroke was strong enough for me to follow in her wake.

After writing in her journal, Sidda felt sleepy. She let her head drop down over the table and dozed off. Vivi’s.

That it is kindness that makes you rich.