The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue Quotes

“hate this. I miss my husband so much I can’t even breathe, and all I’m supposed to do is just get on with things, be a grown-up. I don’t want to. I want to stand up on top of a building and scream about it. I want to slice my body, chop off all my hair, something to show how much it hurts.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“Take this cup from me. I can’t stand another minute of this pain, you know I can’t. I been a devoted woman all my life, sweet Jesus, and I don’t aim to hurt myself in no way, so I’m asking, just you take me away. Let me go on to heaven with my Edgar. Just take me, Lord. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“It’s easy to be nice when everything is fine. Take a few body blows, and the character shows up in a hurry.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“My husband is not dead, just in love with somebody else, but I’m mourning him all the same,”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“How could my old life be over so suddenly that after years and years of never having a minute to draw my breath now I have so much time that I feel myself sinking into it like quicksand, drowning in it? A mother finished. A wife dismissed. Cliché-city.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“Hecate completes the goddess triad of the Maiden (Persephone), the Mother (Demeter) and the Wise Woman (Hecate). She walks between the seen and unseen world but resides in neither, carrying a flaming torch so she can see where others can’t—into the human psyche. She is accompanied by her dog (or horse), her sacred animals, and offers her magical protection in times of danger. If you have that sense of foreboding sitting in your solar plexus, it may be that you are standing at a crossroad, and are unsure about where you need to go next. Rest assured that Hecate is walking alongside you, carrying her torch with which to guide you.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue

“shout. Then another, and another, a squall out”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue