#southern

The Southerner is usually tolerant of those weaknesses that proceed from innocence. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#proceed #southerner #those #tolerant #usually

Well, I'll tell you, one of things I'm proud of is for someone from Southern California, who didn't grow up around coal mines, I learned a lot that tragic day we lost twenty-nine miners at Upper Big Branch coal mine. ↗

— Hilda Solis

#big #branch #california #coal #day

Currently, I bowl regional tournaments out of the PBA Southern Region. ↗

— Joe Tex

#currently #i #out #region #regional

I really would rather have gone to New York, since all my training had been in theater, but I didn't have the guts to go there alone. I knew only one person in New York, and that was a man. What I needed was a woman. That's the way Southern girls thought. ↗

— Louise Fletcher

#been #go #gone #guts #had

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#conceit #pretty #self-confidence #self-image #southern-lit

Flannery O'Connor, in a note to the editor of "Wise Blood" that pertained to changes he wanted to make, wrote "Perhaps I am prematurely arrogant . . . ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#southern-writers #change

Girls Incorporated of Greater Philadelphia and Southern New Jersey continues to advance their cause and to strengthen their community by aspiring to open a Girl's Center for Philadelphia. ↗

— Robert Brady

#aspiring #cause #center #community #continues

Southerners are known for their hospitality and the foremost way of exhibiting it is through food. ↗

— Cicely Tyson

#southerners #food

Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark in his eyes. "Do men throw money when you do your little Southern belle? ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#fate-s-edge #ilona-andrews #kaldar #southern-belle #the-edge

So the women would not forgive. Their passion remained intact, carefully guarded and nurtured by the bitter knowledge of all they had lost, of all that had been stolen from them. For generations they vilified the Yankee race so the thief would have a face, a name, a mysterious country into which he had withdrawn and from which he might venture again. They banded together into a militant freemasonry of remembering, and from that citadel held out against any suggestion that what they had suffered and lost might have been in vain. They created the Lost Cause, and consecrated that proud fiction with the blood of real men. To the Lost Cause they dedicated their own blood, their own lives, and to it they offered books, monographs, songs, acres and acres of bad poetry. They fashioned out of grief and loss an imaginary world in which every Southern church had stabled Yankee horses, every nick in Mama's furniture was made by Yankee spurs, every torn painting was the victim of Yankee sabre - a world in which paint did not stick to plaster walls because of the precious salt once hidden there; in which bloodstains could not be washed away and every other house had been a hospital. ↗

— Howard Bahr

#southerners #forgiveness