That’s what I love about Aibileen, she can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they’ll fit right in your pocket.
it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.
Wasn’t that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I’d thought.
Truth.It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that’s been burning me up all my life.Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.
…and that’s when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
He needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
But I do not know what to tell myself. Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I’d thought.
I used to believe in ’em [lines]. I don’t anymore. They in our heads. People like Miss Hilly is always trying to make us believe they there. But they ain’t.” – Aibileen
We look at each other a second. ” I’m tired of the rules,” I say. Aibileen chuckles and looks out the window. I realise how thin this revelation must sound to her.
Miss Leefolt sigh, hang up the phone like she just don’t know how her brain gone operate without Miss Hilly coming over to push the Think buttons.
I was surprise to see the world didn’t stop just cause my boy did.
It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.
Cause that’s the way prayer do. It’s like electricity, it keeps things going.
Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
No one tells us, girls who don’t go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.
All I’m saying is, kindness don’t have no boundaries.
they say it’s like true love, good help. you only get one in a lifetime…..there is so much you don’t know about a person. i wonder if i could’ve made her days a little bit easier, if I’d tried. if i’d treated her a little nicer…..
And she is remembering the words I put in her head….”You is kind,” she say, “you is smart. You is important.
Hilly raises her voice about three octaves higher when she talks to coloured people. Elizabeth smiles like she’s talking to a child, although certainly not her own. I am starting to notice things.
You’re gon’ have to say to your self, am I gon’ believe what them fools say about me today?
All my life I’d been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine’s thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
Shame ain’t black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.
As I wrote, I found that Aibileen had some things to say that really weren’t in her character. She was older, soft-spoken, and she started showing some attitude.
That white uniform was her ‘pass’ to get into white places with us – the grocery store, the state fair, the movies. Even though this was the 70s and the segregation laws had changed, the ‘rules’ had not.
It can be really powerful to write something when you’re sad.