Women We Buried, Women We Burned Quotes

“This is perhaps the most profound lesson of travel, that you don't really know the place and culture you've come from until you've left it.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I didn't intentionally gravitate towards stories of women. I was interested in human rights, which often boiled down to this question: who was winning and who was losing? And over and over again, country after country, story after story, it was the men who were winning and the women who were losing. Not always, not everywhere, but most often, and by a wide, wide margin.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Many people have a moment, after they have kids, when they begin to understand and empathize with their own parents, when suddenly all the difficult moments make sense. The discipline was all about keeping you safe, about teaching you life lessons. I saw those terrible years that had culminated in my packing up the blue and maroon Samsonite and leaving my parents’ house as newly galling. An aberration. How could they send me out into the world? How could they have done what they did? I had spent years apologizing for my behavior to my parents. I lamented the trouble I had caused, the revolt I stirred. I had been a terrible child, I admitted. The drugs, the rebellion, the sneaking out, the violence. Over and over I had apologized and taken what I believed to be my share of the blame. But when I became a parent myself, I understood, finally, the source of my anger. They themselves had never apologized. Not really. On the few occasions over the years when I suggested that they had kicked us out, they always maintained that we had moved out of our own accord after refusing to follow the rules. I didn’t challenge this framing until I gave birth to my own daughter. There, in my hospital bed at Samitivej, holding my newborn baby with her giant blue eyes and her punk-rock hair, I thought, “No. You were the adults. I was the child. Fuck you.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Slowly, I was learning of the bottomless capacity for both human cruelty and human survival.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“But another part of me is frozen forever in 1977, a girl with her young mother; sometimes, as I watch the reel in my mind, I understand what any viewer would also immediately glean: that we lose them both in that moment. The woman and the girl. I read once how trauma freezes a person in time so that a part of them remains tethered to the person they were at the time of that trauma. Somewhere,”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Far from being paradoxical, I eventually understood that we all embody these extremes.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“inside me, I am forever eight years”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I knew she was sick. But she was sick my whole life. I only ever thought she'd be sick. I didn't know she could die.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Death is both unnervingly quiet & tremendously loud.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“We all want to be useful, but we can't really do the thing we want & need, which is to kill what is killing her.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Her illness had a circumference. A visible pallor that whirled around her, people looked and then looked away, soft & sparing with their words and their movements. She knew they knew they were witnessing the very precipice between alive and not alive. That quiet violence. It silences all of us.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“My life was not hers to bear any more than my mother's short life was mine.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I'd made joes about how terrible I'd been, but having [my daughter] made me understand: these jokes came at the expense of my parents' accountability.
& I would no longer carry this burden.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I want to say that my parents did the best they could under the circumstances & with the resources they had. But I don't think this is true. I don't think they did their best.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“No. You were the adults. I was the child. Fuck you.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“There are other natural disasters that happen in the world. Earthquakes & fires. I cover water. Perhaps because it feels most like a rupture to me. How what you love is also what is most deadly.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I look down at the river more carefully and see. Within the splinters of homes are human limbs, camoflauged in the pale wood. An arm, a leg, what might be part of a shoulder. The cats feast.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“Soldiers would sometimes write the name of their fallen comrade, along with his home village & the date of his death, and then seal the tiny paper in wax and place it in the mouth of his corpse in the hope that he might someday be found and buried.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“An unsettled soul causes mischief to the living.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“We met mothers who'd buried their daughters far too young, & daughters who'd watch their mothers burn.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I think he was telling me that it wasn't a betrayal to her memory to seek a life in which joy was deliberate.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“So, you want to know what it's like when your mother dies? You want to know about the years of desperate pain? You want to know what its like to make your father Mother's Day gifts, to have a gravesite to visit on Christmas, rather than a glittering tree?”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I had no answer for this, except a sharpening anxiety that everyone would be smarter than me, that my ignorance would thereafter be quantifiable.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I was available when Frank wanted to see me and gone when he didn't. Just as I'd been with Micky. Just as I'd been with Jackson: never sure of my status. It was connected to what I had always felt about girlhood: that the loss of my mother left me no blueprint for how to be a woman.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“How did a girl go from being kissed to being loved?”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“And I'd kiss him and think somehow that I could kiss the pain out of his stories. Because when you're eighteen, you think you have the power to do this.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“We were all buzzing, collectively in love with each other & with whatever had just happened.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“There was no end to the annoyance I could imagine myself to be, every tiny conflict potentially unraveling the webbed life to which I clung.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I was terrified that [she] would ask me to leave. Not because she hinted at it, or ever seemed annoyed, but because my sense of myself was that I was likely not wanted by anyone.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir

“I believe my father was as lost as I was. He didn't know how to control me; even I didn't know how to control me.”
― Rachel Louise Snyder, Women We Buried, Women We Burned: A Memoir