“Could you ever truly unlove a child, even one you never knew? Or did that love transform into something else?” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Soft things can take a beating. But you push somethin’ hard a little bit and it shatters. You gotta be a soft thing in love. Hard love don’t last.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“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… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“but somehow, his seeing her afraid was an intimacy she could not bear.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“If you couldn't know the person whose body was your first home, then who could you ever know?” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Could you be nostalgic for a friendship that wasn't over yet or did the fact that you were nostalgic mean that it already was?” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“These were the moments when adulthood was formed, not a birthday but the realization that she was now the one pouring a handful of… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Would they ever spend time like that together again? Could you be nostalgic for a friendship that wasn’t over yet or did the fact… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“magic you wanted was a miracle, magic you didn’t want was a haunting.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“After all, before you could play a song, you had to learn each note of the scale. A newspaper article was made up of… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Now they were slow and deliberate, the way hurt people loved, stretching carefully just to see how far their damaged muscles could go.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“that type of secret, although, we have to admit, it had felt different. Tasted different too. All good secrets have a taste before you… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“That’s the problem with you brothas,” Bill said. “You got lazy. You know why? Because you know these young sistas will pick up the… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“She felt the sly type of racism here, longer waits for tables, white girls who expected her to walk on the slushy part of… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Why can’t you just be yourself?” Stella asked once. “Maybe I don’t know who that is,” her daughter shot back. And Stella understood, she… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“She refused to let him bury his guilt in her. She would not be a burying place for any man again.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
