Quotes from Nancy Garden

Muchos elementos de aquel invierno fueron… mágicos; vuelve a ser la única palabra, y gran parte de aquella magia era que, al margen de lo mucho o poco que tuviéramos que ofrecer de nosotras, siempre queríamos darle más a la otra.

El rostro de Annie parecía amónico y dorado, como el de una mujer de un cuadro renacentista.

No hablábamos mucho sobre lo que suponía ser homosexuales o no; la mayor parte del tiempo hablábamos sobre nosotras. Entonces lo importante éramos nosotras, no las etiquetas.

Sin embargo, tras unos minutos, nos miramos y… no sé cómo explicar esto, de verdad, pero en cuanto nuestros ojos se encontraron, supe que no quería seguir sentada en público con Annie mientras simulábamos ser solo amigas. Y supe que ella tampoco quería. Y las dos supimos que ya no teníamos el problema de no querer lo mismo al mismo tiempo y de estar asustadas.

Yo sentí que descubría partes de mí misma en las personas homosexuales sobre las que leía.

Y supe que querría hacer eso eternamente: estar de pie en cocinas mientras observaba a Annie alimentar gatos. En cocinas que fueran nuestras, con gatos que fueran nuestros

I will wear it even unto death.

Look," she said quietly, "I can't lie to you and say that losing our jobs like this is easy. It isn't. But the point is that it'll be okay; we'll be okay. And we want to know that you will be, too.

Ms. Widmer smiled lovingly at Ms. Stevenson. "The important thing is," she said, "that we got through that time, too, and we're still together.

Más tarde, ella me dijo que no le importaba lo que pensara nadie, excepto yo.

oh, Liza, I don't want to hide the—the best part of my life, of myself.

Chad kept kidding me that I was in love, and asking with whom, and then Sally and Walt did, too, and after a while I didn't even mind, because even if they had the wrong idea about it, they were right. Soon it wasn't hard any more to say it—to myself, I mean, as well as over and over again to Annie—and to accept her saying it to me.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins? I think it was Sunday when that feeling began.

Don't let ignorance win," said Ms. Stevenson. "Let love.

We won't do that," Annie said firmly when we were back downstairs in the kitchen, heating some mushroom soup. "We won't, we won't. If people are shocked, let them be.

Know the truth," Ms. Widmer used to quote—remember we used to say it to each other?—"and the truth will make you free.

Walking makes the mind work

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

The thing about mountains is that you have to keep on climbing them, and that it's always hard, but there's a view from top every time when you finally get there.

The 1st day, I stood in the kitchen leaning against the counter watching Annie feed the cats, and I knew I wanted to do that forever.

Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

It's Annie and me they're all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; It's Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love.

But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?