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“But in the morning I would always rise and polish the surface of myself, a gleaming, confident young woman, an excellent student and good daughter starting her fourth year at the university, moving smoothly through the world, and even though inside the chaos scraped and railed I would push it into the crevices of the day so it could not be detected.” MadnessChaosFakeMaskPretend Book:Perla Source: Perla
“Nothing changes if we just feel shitty about being White. And nothing changes if we refuse to talk about it. The opposite of white pride does not have to be white shame. We can’t push it away and pretend it’s not us. We are not color-blind, we are not post-race, we do not get to reject our whiteness because it makes us feel bad…This does not get solved with a Celebration of Diversity Day and a coexist bumper sticker. (Kate Schatz)” RaceDiversityWhiteness Book:Radical Hope: Letters of Love and Dissent in Dangerous Times Source: Radical Hope: Letters of Love and Dissent in Dangerous Times
“That people you don’t know are worth knowing, that they have something to teach you. That learning about them – that encountering new ideas – doesn’t threaten you, it enriches you. (Celeste Ng)” CultureCommunityDiversity Book:Radical Hope: Letters of Love and Dissent in Dangerous Times Source: Radical Hope: Letters of Love and Dissent in Dangerous Times
“there was music . . . after church and food, like the third point in a holy trinity” ChurchMusicFoodTrinity Book:The Gods of Tango Source: The Gods of Tango
“In that moment, I realized that no matter what words I chose and no matter how much time I spent in telling, I would never be able to express my full experience...There are some experiences that only you can enter, that only you can truly hold. They are too vast to be imparted. You cannot even hold them wholly in your arms: they spill over into the dark beyond you, brimming, shooting out in ropes of light that make you ache with loneliness and yet yoke you to the world at the same time, because the vast things that have happened to you, however terrible, were always born out of the world, and so perhaps they offer you a place even as they push you out of another, even as they weigh you down with a self that can never fully be conveyed. Though most of us will try. We make bonds, we grow trust, we tell stories; we strive to articulate what it took to become who we are. Sometimes if we're very fortunate, our listeners can catch authentic glimpses of what we mean to say, like sparks in a dark room, but never the whole of it at once, not even with the best of friends or closest lover, because the whole of it at once is beyond speaking. It lives nowhere, absolutely nowhere, except inside your skin. That's where it flares, enormous, hazardous, utterly yours.” StoriesSolitudeWordsExperiences Book:Perla Source: Perla
“Safe is never given. Safe is what you make with your own hands.” SafeSafetySafe Space Book:Cantoras Source: Cantoras
“payadas, sung by pairs of country men who knew the life of gauchos and horses abd lassos and dirt, who battled each other through song, caught up in a duel of wits, brandishing guitars and verses spit from their mouths” MusicGuitarsPayadas Book:The Gods of Tango Source: The Gods of Tango
“Nunca podré ser la misma mujer que fui o que podría haber sido, y si debo vivir, entonces debo matarla, ahora, aquí, sentada en este suelo, debo matar a la mujer que podría haber sido y no puedo ser. Porque hay otra mujer esperando que todavía puedo ser pero que aun no soy, solo estoy empezando a ser ella” WomenLife ChangingThroughts Book:The Invisible Mountain Source: The Invisible Mountain
“It was still, at the root, the same dance: the same two bodies, connecting, gliding together, two aching souls reaching for each other and finding more than could be told. And then, in the fourth song, or maybe it was the fifth, they switched roles, without speaking, their bodies deciding, hands moving from waist to shoulder or shoulder to waist and pouring the dance in the opposite direction, which was, they discovered, not an opposite at all but a continuation of the very same dance, the same essential language of the body, of two bodies wishing to be one, forming a kinetic poem out of longing.” Dance Book:The Gods of Tango Source: The Gods of Tango
“He does not look at the dancers, does not acknowledge her, sitting and staring. He is steeped in a private aural world. He drew out longer notes than her papa ever had; he was more forceful with the bow; she hadn't known the violin contained such wildness. She was reminded of the tarantella, which skipped along its notes and pulled you upward; out of yourself, come and play! But these pieces, these tangos, didn't only lift; they also plunged you downward, deep inside yourself, to the unexamined corners of your heart. Come, they whispered, come and look, see what's here and dance with it, this is music too.” MusicDance Book:The Gods of Tango Source: The Gods of Tango