Purple Hibiscus Quotes

“There are people, she once wrote, who think that we cannot rule ourselves because the few times we tried, we failed, as if all the others who rule themselves today got it right the first time. It is like telling a crawling baby who tries to walk, and then falls back on his buttocks, to stay there. As if the adults walking past him did not all crawl, once.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“We did that often, asking each other questions whose answers we already knew. Perhaps it was so that we would not ask the other questions, the ones whose answers we did not want to know.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“The educated ones leave, the ones with the potential to right the wrongs. They leave the weak behind. The tyrants continue to reign because the weak cannot resist. Do you not see that it is a cycle? Who will break that cycle?”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Being defiant can be a good thing sometimes," Aunty Ifeoma said. "Defiance is like marijuana - it is not a bad thing when it is used right.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“It was what Aunty Ifeoma did to my cousins, I realized then, setting higher and higher jumps for them in the way she talked to them, in what she expected of them. She did it all the time believing they would scale the rod. And they did. It was different for Jaja and me. We did not scale the rod because we believed we could, we scaled it because we were terrified that we couldn't.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“People have crushes on priests all the time, you know. It’s exciting to have to deal with God as a rival.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“...he did not want me to seek the whys, because there are some things that happen for which we can formulate no whys, for which whys simply do not exist and, perhaps, are not necessary.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“I was stained by failure.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“She seemed so happy, so at peace, and I wondered how anybody around me could feel that way when liquid fire was raging inside me, when fear was mingling with hope and clutching itself around my ankles.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Papa sat down at the table and poured his tea from the china tea set with pink flowers on the edges. I waited for him to ask Jaja and me to take a sip, as he always did. A love sip, he called it, because you shared the little things you loved with the people you love.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“I cannot control even the dreams that I have made.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Sometimes life begins when the marriage ends”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“To call him humble was to make rudeness normal. Besides, humility had always seemed to him a specious thing, invented for the comfort of others; you were praised for humility by people because you did not make them feel any more lacking than they already did. It was honesty that he valued; he had always wished himself to be truly honest, and always feared that he was not”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Eugene has to stop doing God's job. God is big enough to do his own job. If God will judge our father for choosing to follow the way of our ancestors, then let God do the judging, not Eugene.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“There was a helplessness to his joy, the same kind of helplessness as in that woman’s despair.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“The white missionaries brought us their god,” Amaka was saying. “Which was the same color as them, worshiped in their language and packaged in the boxes they made. Now that we take their god back to them, shouldn’t we at least repackage it?”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“There is so much that is still silent between Jaja and me. Perhaps we will talk more with time, or perhaps we never will be able to say it all, to clothe things in words, things that have long been naked.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Military men would always overthrow one another, because they could, because they were all power drunk.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Fear. I was familiar with fear, yet each time I felt it, it was never the same as the other times, as though it came in different flavors and colors.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“As we drove back to Enugu, I laughed loudly,above Fela's stringent singing. I laughed because Nsukka's untarred roads coat cars with dust in the harmattan and with sticky mud in the rainy season. Because the tarred roads spring potholes like surprise presents and the air smells of hills and history and the sunlight scatters the sand and turns it into gold dust. Because Nsukka could free something deep inside your belly that would rise up to your throat and come out as freedom song. As laughter.(299)”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“We did not scale the rod because we believed we could, we scaled it because we were terrified that we couldn't.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“I want to hold his hand, but I know he will shake it free. His eyes are too full of guilt to really see me, to see his reflection in my eyes, the reflection of my hero, the brother who tried always to protect me the best he could. He will never think that he did enough, and he will never understand that I do not think he should have done more.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“He spoke so effortlessly, as if his mouth were a musical instrument that just let sound out when touched, when opened.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“I often wondered why Sister Veronica needed to understand it, when it was simply the way things were done.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“There are people, she once wrote, who think that we cannot rule ourselves because the few times we tried, we failed, as if all the others who rule themselves today got it right the first time.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Mama had greeted him the traditional way that women were supposed to, bending low and offering him her back so that he would pat it with his fan made of the soft, straw-colored tail of an animal. Back home that night, Papa told Mama that it was sinful. You did not bow to another human being. It was an ungodly tradition, bowing to an Igwe. So, a few days later, when we went to see the bishop at Awka, I did not kneel to kiss his ring. I wanted to make Papa proud. But Papa yanked my ear in the car and said I did not have the spirit of discernment: the bishop was a man of God; the Igwe was merely a traditional ruler.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“His letters dwell on me. I carry them around because they are long and detailed, because they remind me of my worthiness, because they tug at my feelings. Some months ago, he wrote that he did not want me to seek the whys, because there are some things that happen for which we can formulate no whys, for which whys simply do not exist and, perhaps, are not necessary. He did not mention Papa—he hardly mentions Papa in his letters—but I knew what he meant, I understood that he was stirring what I was afraid to stir myself.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“Silence hangs over us, but it is a different kind of silence, one that lets me breathe. I have nightmares about the other kind, the silence of when Papa was alive.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“I had examined him that day, too, looking away when his eyes met mine, for signs of difference, of godlessness. I didn't see any, but I was sure they were there somewhere. They had to be.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“One day I said to them, Where is the God you worship? They said he was like Chukwu, that he was in the sky. I asked then, Who is the person that was killed, the person that hangs on the wood outside the mission? They said he was the son, but that the son and the father are equal. It was then that I knew that the white man was mad. The father and son are equal? Tufia! Do you not see?”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus