Scorched Grace Quotes

“God never judged me as harshly as I judged myself.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“THE DEVIL ISN’T IN the details. Evil thrives in blind spots. In absence, negative space, like the haze of a sleight-of-hand trick. The details are God’s work.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“Grief never goes away fully, but if it can be shared, it can be managed.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“The ache means we’re changing.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“Control your thoughts, choose where to focus, and you can shift your reality.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“The reassurance of the Word was what all of us wanted in church. Defibrillate us. Shock our hearts. Tell us that pain is okay. That life is fucked but still worth it. Tell us that pain is a crucial part of everyone’s story—every birth and rebirth. Tell us we don’t need to answer every question. The divine mystery sparked my conversion. If it worked on me, it could lift anyone. Perhaps Father Reese was exhausted. We all were. But come on. So often I wished it could be me or any of my Sisters up at that pulpit, sharing that passion that we felt every day. Even thorny Sister Honor could stir us into feeling the Lord, or at least scare us. Feeling something was better than being numb.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“Fire is immense and immeasurable; it will keep expanding, reproducing, until water or air stop it. If the Lord cherishes us, why are we so fragile and fire so grand? Pointless debate. We are the fire, and the fire is us. We were born with electricity in our hearts, the divine flame. When we die, we return to the elements. Ashes to fucking ashes.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“What was love but an infection. Like poison milked from the fang of a rattlesnake, a little can heal you. A deep bite will stop your heart.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“We all had tattoos, scars, secrets, and losses. We all wanted to be forgiven.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“New Orleans jazz curves and swerves.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“There is a sublime wholeness in holding one another, fitting into other bodies. We eat the body of Christ. We drink the blood. So many years later, Nina’s taste still laced my mouth—champagne, sweat, graphite licked off a tongue.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“They whooped as the rider pedaled faster, as if she were unraveling time itself, pushing forward as the passenger raised her hands above their heads, shields against the raging sun. More often than not, women demand this of each other, sustaining impossible positions to balance, finding equilibrium in the contortion.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“I loved the chase. Even Riveaux’s insane driving. Not just the velocity but the violence of it all. I liked speeding through red lights. Headfirst to the edge. Scraping enough skin to burn not bleed. Sleuthing was impossible sometimes, a doomed quest. It was godly, really. A gorgeous curse. Like a plague of locusts. Like kissing a married woman.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace