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The Color Purple

  • lrodriguez31899цитирует9 лет назад
    THE COLOR PURPLE
    ALICE WALKER

    PUBLISHED BY POCKET BOOKS NEW YORK
    i POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 1230
    Avenue of the Americas, New York, N. Y. 10020
    Copyright © 1982 by Alice Walker Cover art courtesy Warner Bros.
    Published by arrangement with Harcourt Brace Jbvanovich Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 81-48242
    Al rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. fatinformation address Harcourt Brace Jbvanovich Inc.,
    1250 Sixth Avenue , San Diego , Cal. 92101
    ISBN: 0-671-61702-8
    First Pocket Books mass-market printing December, 1985
  • evshirninaцитирует4 года назад
    There's something in all of us that wants a
    medal for what we have done. That wants to be appreciated.
  • Tala qaraqeцитирует5 лет назад
    I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found it.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

    And people start to love you back, I bet, I say.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    Well, I say, we all have to start somewhere if us want to do better, and our own self is what us have to hand.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    When it come to what folks do together with they bodies, he say, anybody’s guess is as good as mine. But when you talk bout love I don’t have to guess. I have love and I have been love. And I thank

    God he let me gain understanding enough to know love can’t be halted just cause some peoples moan and groan. It don’t surprise me you love Shug Avery, he say. I have love Shug Avery all my life.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    Sometimes I think Shug never love me. I stand looking at my naked self in the looking glass. What would she love? I ast myself. My hair is short and kinky because I don’t straighten it anymore. Once Shug say she love it no need to. My skin dark. My nose just a nose. My lips just lips. My body just any woman’s body going through the changes of age. Nothing special here for nobody to love. No honey colored curly hair, no cuteness. Nothing young and fresh. My heart must be young and fresh though, it feel like it blooming blood.

    I talk to myself a lot, standing in front the mirror. Celie, I say, happiness was just a trick in your case. Just cause you never had any before Shug, you thought it was time to have some, and that it was gon last. Even thought you had the trees with you. The whole earth. The stars. But look at you. When Shug left, happiness desert.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    Trying to chase that old white man out of my head. I been so busy thinking bout him I never truly notice nothing God make. Not a blade of corn (how it do that?) not the color purple (where it come from?). Not the little wildflowers. Nothing.

    Now that my eyes opening, I feels like a fool. Next to any little scrub of a bush in my yard, Mr. ____’s evil sort of shrink. But not altogether. Still, it is like Shug say, You have to git man off your eyeball, before you can see anything a’tall.

    Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain’t. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up flowers, wind, water, a big rock.

    But this hard work, let me tell you. He been there so long, he don’t want to budge. He threaten lightening, floods and earthquakes. Us fight. I hardly pray at all. Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

    Amen
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    Oh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.
  • Kingaцитирует2 года назад
    I remember one time you said your life made you feel so ashamed you couldn’t even talk about it to God, you had to write it, bad as you thought your writing was. Well, now I know what you meant. And whether God will read letters or no, I know you will go on writing them; which is guidance enough for me. Anyway, when I don’t write to you I feel as bad as I do when I don’t pray, locked up in myself and choking on my own heart. I am so lonely, Celie.
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