The Scarlet Ibis Quotes

Pride is a wonderful terrible thing a seed that bears two vines life and death.

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ...

All of us must have something or someone to be proud of.

Scarlet Ibis, you’ve got some fire in you. Uncle, can we keep her?” I shrugged him off, rolling my eyes.

For a long time, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain.

That day, when she met her father, Trisha learned to smile even as her heart broke—it was also the day she came to hate the color red.

But this man passing by me now was nothing like my Daddy.

Life was what it was. She'd chosen this every step of the way. (Story: I Love My Husband, But...)

Each tick had been another memory clicking by, but now, all other faces were forgotten.

Why everybody in such a hurry to get old?

They did not know that I did it for myself; that pride, whose slave I was, spoke to me louder than al their voices, and that Doodle walked only because I was ashamed of having a crippled brother.

I did not know the that pride is a wonderful, terrible thing, a seed that bears two vines, life and death.

Of course, he wasn't a CRAZY crazy like old Miss Leedie, who was in love with President Wilson and wrote him a love letter every day, but was a nice crazy, like someone you meet in your dreams.

We'd bedeck ourselves with our handiwork and loll about thus beautified, beyond the touch of the everyday world.

Hope no longer hid in the dark palmetto thicket but perched like a cardinal in the lacy toothbrush tree, brilliantly visible.

Brother, Brother, don't leave me! Don't leave me!

Oh yes you can, Doodle,' I said. 'All you got to do is try.

What are the words that can solder cracked pride?

Our relationship had been fast, hot, and reckless. Passion-filled, like a pot of pelau bubbling over the fire — rich, wild, and spicy.

Are you the healing balm I need? I wondered.

My best friend would say I had Daddy issues. Yeah, I’d say so too.

Daddy wasn’t just my father. He was my biggest cheerleader.

He’d ruffle my locs and say, ‘You’ve got this, princess. You always do.

I never knew where he got them all or why he needed so many, but they seemed to hold a piece of him, a secret story woven into the thick black fabric.

The scratch of the wool against my cheek as he hugged me goodbye is a feeling I can still recall.

Why are you looking at that White boy? My father’s voice in my head made me blink and look away.

I stared, knowing this young Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike would be in a slideshow starting soon.

He devoured the fried Cascadura fish, tearing through the crispy skin to the tender meat, then moved on to the macaroni pie, scooping it up with callaloo.

Her smile never faltered when she answered, 'Yes.

She watched, hoping he’d notice the bright napkins and the single red Hibiscus flower she’d set on the table, but his eyes were glued to his mother.

He wished for her life to be filled with more opportunities than he had ever had. (Story: Behind the Grand Doors of Paradise)

My cheeks tingled in anticipation of the soft wool scraping gently against my skin, a primal urge to absorb his scent and feel the comforting texture against my face. (Story: Love Me, Daddy)

The truth I discovered was not only stranger than I had imagined—and he was closer than I ever would've guessed. (Story: Love in Cosmic Times)

I feel love, gratitude, and regret, Mama. (Story: Love, Mystical and Destined)