“how you love yourself is
how you teach others
to love you”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 186)
“i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is the most you have to be proud of when your
spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re pretty
but because you are so much more than that”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 179)
“there is a difference between
someone telling you
they love you and
them actually
loving you”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 162)
“if you were born with
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 156)
“do not look for healing
at the feet of those
who broke you”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 155)
“loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 153)
“you must enter a relationship
with yourself
before anyone else”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 150)
“Good-byes hurt the most when the other person’s already gone.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“To every kid in Georgetown and in all “the Gardens” of the world: your voices matter, your dreams matter, your lives matter. Be roses that grow in the concrete.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“People like us in situations like this become hashtags, but they rarely get justice. I think we all wait for that one time though, that one time when it ends right.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve Tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down. Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“You can destroy wood and brick, but you can’t destroy a movement.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“I can’t change where I come from or what I’ve been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give
“I think it’ll change one day. How? I don’t know. When? I definitely don’t know. Why? Because there will always be someone ready to fight. Maybe it’s my turn. People realizing and shouting and marching and demanding. They’re not forgetting. I think that’s the most important part.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give (Page 444)
“Once upon a time there was a hazel-eyed boy with dimples. I called him Khalil. The world called him a thug. He lived, but not nearly long enough, and for the rest of my life I’ll remember how he died. Fairy tale? No. But I’m not giving up on a better ending. It would be easy to quit if it was just about me, Khalil, that night, and that cop. It’s about way more than that though. It’s about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett. The messed up part? There are so many more.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give (Page 442)
“‘That’s why people are speaking out, huh? Because it won’t change if we don’t say something.’ ‘Exactly. We can’t be silent.’ ‘So I can’t be silent.’ Daddy stills. He looks at me. I see the fight in his eyes. I matter more to him than a movement. I’m his baby, and I’ll always be his baby, and if being silent means I’m safe, he’s all for it. This is bigger than me and Khalil though. This is about Us, with a capital U; everybody who looks like us, feels like us, and is experiencing this pain with us despite not knowing me or Khalil. My silence isn’t helping Us. Daddy fixes his gaze on the road again. He nods. ‘Yeah. Can’t be silent.'”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give (Page 171)
“Funerals aren’t for dead people. They’re for the living. I doubt Khalil cares what songs are sung or what the preacher says about him. He’s in a casket. Nothing can change that.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give (Page 122)
“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave to you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these once you left.”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (Page 138)