“Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend.” — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“I had Benia's hands, Meryt's friendship, the feel of newborn flesh, the smiles of new mothers, a little girl who laughed in… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“the members of my writing group—provided three years of encouragement, careful reading, good advice, and friendship that sustained me.” — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“Fear not, the time is coming Fear not, your bones are strong Fear not, help is nearby Fear not, Gula is near Fear not, the baby is at the door Fear not, he will live to bring you honor Fear not, the hands of the midwife are clever Fear not, the earth is beneath you Fear not, we have water… — Anita Diamant Copy Share
“I am not certain whether my earliest memories are truly mine, because when I bring them to mind, I feel my mothers’ breath on… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“He goes on and on about war like it is something beautiful and noble, which only means he's never seen it himself. War is… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend.” — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“FINAL CONFESSION I acknowledge before the Source of all That life and death are not in my hands. Just as I did not choose to be born, so I do not choose to die. May it come to pass that I may be healed but if death is my fate, then I accept it with dignity and the loving calm… — Anita Diamant Copy Share
“The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life-without flinching or whining-the stronger the daughter.” — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“Other people were turning in their papers and I still hadn't written a word. I was starting to panic until out of the blue… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“No one would ever call Katherine Walters a pretty woman: her face was strangely flat and one eye was a tiny bit higher than… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
“One night, alone in her Dogtown bed, Judy finally admitted to herself that she had been in love with Cornelius. "In love" precisely as it was described in the novels and poems she had read with Martha; love as a kind of sweet madness that colored everything. Judy had been shocked that strangers across the ocean could describe the workings… — Anita Diamant Copy Share
“5. My husband's words found their mark, and I recalled something that Zilpah had told me when I was a child in the red… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
