Top 100 Jesmyn Ward Quotes (2024 Update)

1. “What’s done in the dark always comes to the light.”

— Jesmyn Ward

2. “I believe there is power in words, power in asserting our existence, our experience, our lives, through words.”

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3. “The act of reading outside of your experience increases empathy. It broadens our understanding of humanity and our ideas about who we are and about what we can be.”

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4. “Grief doesn’t fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.”

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5. “The memory is a living thing – it too is in transit. But during its moment, all that is remembered joins, and lives – the old and the young, the past and the present, the living and the dead. –from One Writer’s Beginnings, by Eudora Welty.”

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6. “Some days later, I understood what he was trying to say, that getting grown means learning how to work that current: learning when to hold fast, when to drop anchor, when to let it sweep you up.”

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7. “I like to think I know what death is.”

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8. “I’m a failed poet. Reading poetry helps me to see the world differently, and I try to infuse my prose with figurative language, which goes against the trend in fiction.”

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9. “He taught me love is stronger than death.”

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10. “While I’ve said that there are plenty of things I dislike about the South, I can be clear that there are things I love about the South.”

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11. “It stays with me, a bruise in the memory that hurts when I touch it.”

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12. “Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught in the throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.”

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13. “I don’t know if it’s something I did. Or if it’s something that’s in Leonie. But she ain’t got the mothering instinct. I knew when you was little and we was out shopping, and she bought herself something to eat and ate it right in front of you, and you was sitting there crying hungry. I knew then.”

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14. “Growing up out here in the country taught me things. Taught me that after the first fat flush of life, time eats away at things: it rusts machinery, it matures animals to become hairless and featherless, and it withers plants. Once a year or so, I see it in Pop, how he got leaner and leaner with age, the tendons in him standing out, harder and more rigid, every year. His Indian cheekbones severe. But since Mama got sick, I learned pain can do that, too.”

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15. “It’s like a snake that sheds its skin. The outside look different when the scales change, but the inside always the same.”

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16. “To give life... is to know what’s worth fighting for. And what’s love.”

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17. “It feels good to be mean, to speak past the baby I can’t hit and let that anger touch another. The one I’m never good enough for.”

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18. “I miss her so badly I have to swallow salt, imagine it running like lemon juice into the fresh cut that is my chest, feel it sting.”

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19. “And it was easier to let him keep on touching me than ask him to stop, easier to let him inside than to push him away, easier than hearing him ask me, “Why not?” It was easier to keep quiet and take it than to give him an answer.”

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20. “There’s things that move a man. Like currents of water inside. Things he can’t help. Older I got, the more I found it true. What’s in Stag is like water so black and deep you can’t see the bottom.”

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21. “By the numbers, by all the official records, here at the confluence of history, of racism, of poverty, and economic power, this is what our lives are worth: nothing.”

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22. “Sometimes the world don’t give you what you need, no matter how hard you look. Sometimes it withholds.”

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23. “I didn’t understand time, either, when I was young. How could I know that after I died, Parchman would pull me from the sky? How could I imagine Parchman would pull me to it and refuse to let go? And how could I conceive that Parchman was past, present and future all at once? That the history and sentiment that carved the place out of the wilderness would show me that time is a vast ocean, and that everything is happening at once?”

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24. “Home ain’t always about a place. The house I grew up in is gone, ain’t nothin’ but a field and some woods but even if the house was still there – it ain’t about that. I don’t know. Home is about the earth. Whether the earth open up to you. Whether it pull you so close the space between you and it melt and y’all one and it beats like your heart. Same time.”

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25. “The sky has turned the color of sandy red clay: orange cream. The heat of the day at its heaviest: the insects awoken from their winter slumber. I cannot bear the world.”

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26. “There’s too much blank sky where a tree once stood.”

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27. “There’s so many,′ Richie says. His voice is molasses slow. ‘So many of us,’ he says. ‘Hitting. The wrong keys. Wandering against. The song.”

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28. “Men’s bodies litter my family history. The pain of the women they left behind pulls them from the beyond, makes them appear as ghosts. In death, they transcend he circumstances of this place that I love and hate all at once and become supernatural.”

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29. “We crawled through time like roaches through the linings of walls, the neglected spaces and hours, foolishly happy that we were still alive even as we did everything to die.”

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30. “Lot of folks was in there for stealing food because everybody was poor and starving, and even though White people couldn’t get your work for free, they did everything they could to avoid hiring you and paying you for it.”

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31. “Sometimes I think it done changed. And then I sleep and I wake up and it ain’t changed none. It’s like a snake that sheds its skin. The outside look different when the scales change, but the inside always the same.”

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32. “Medea kills her brother. In the beginning, she is known by her nephew, who tells the Argonauts about her, for having power, for helping her family, just like I tried to help Skeet on the day China first got sick from the Ivomec. But for Medea, love makes help turn wrong.”

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33. “I knew that I lived in a place where hope and a sense of possibility were as ephemeral as morning fog, but I did not see the despair at the heart of our drug use.”

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34. “I feel like I lost a game I didn’t know I was playing.”

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35. “After I left New York, I found the adage about time healing all wounds to be false: grief doesn’t fade. Grief scabs over like scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief. We are never free from the feeling that we have failed. We are never free from self-loathing. We are never free from the feeling that something is wrong with us, not with the world that made this mess.”

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36. “You my baby.” She breathes heavy, and the grate cracks and sinks to rusted stillness. “Like I drew the veil back so you could walk in this life, you’ll help me draw it back so I can walk in the next.”

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37. “This baby got plenty of daddies. – Esch.”

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38. “Seeing him broke the cocoon of my rib cage, and my heart unfurled to fly.”

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39. “The land that the community park is built on, I recently learned, is designated to be used as burial sites so the graveyard can expand as we die; one day our graves will swallow up our playground.”

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40. “Both of us on the cusp of adulthood, and this is how my brother and I understood what it meant to be a woman: working, dour, full of worry. What it meant to be a man: resentful, angry, wanting life to be everything but what it was.”

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41. “I hope I fed you enough. While I’m here. So you carry it with you. Like a camel.′ I can hear the smile in her voice, faint. A baring of teeth. ‘Maybe that ain’t a good way of putting it. Like a well, Jojo. Pull that water up when you need it.”

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42. “But another part of me wants to shake Jojo and Michaela awake, to lean down and yell so they startle and sit up so I don’t have to see the way they turn to each other like plants following the sun across the sky. They are each other’s light.”

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43. “I burn, and I hope.”

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44. “There is a movement behind my breast that feels like someone has turned a hose on full blast, and the water that has been baking in the pump in the summer heat floods out, scalding. This is love, and it hurts.”

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45. “But it was impossible to not hear the animals, because I looked at them and understood, instantly, and it was like looking at a sentence and understanding the words, all of it coming to me at once.”

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46. “I wrote poetry in middle school and high school and even through college. It was bad. I just don’t think I’m very good at writing poetry. I mean, the distillation, I think, is hard for me, but I love poetry.”

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47. “It was easier and harder to be male; men were given more freedom but threatened with less freedom.”

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48. “No, she love you. She don’t know how to show it. And her love for herself and her love for Michael – well, it gets in the way. It confuse her.”

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49. “But the wind grabs my voice up and snatches it out and over the pines, and drops it there to die.”

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50. “Home is about the earth. Whether the earth open up to you. Whether it pull you so close the space between you and it melt and y’all one and it beats like your heart. Same time. Where.”

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