Tara Westover

Educated

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  • Nina Vyvcharukhas quoted4 years ago
    To admit uncertainty is to admit to weakness, to powerlessness, and to believe in yourself despite both. It is a frailty, but in this frailty there is a strength: the conviction to live in your own mind, and not in someone else’s. I have often wondered if the most powerful words I wrote that night came not from anger or rage, but from doubt: I don’t know. I just don’t know.
  • Nina Vyvcharukhas quoted4 years ago
    What was important to me wasn’t love or friendship, but my ability to lie convincingly to myself: to believe I was strong. I could never forgive Charles for knowing I wasn’t.
  • b9553486412has quoted5 years ago
    It’s strange how you give the people you love so much power over you,
  • Ночь нежнаhas quoted6 years ago
    I believe finally, that education must be conceived as a continuing reconstruction of experience; that the process and the goal of education are one and the same thing.
  • Вадим Мазурhas quotedlast year
    MY STRONGEST MEMORY IS NOT A MEMORY. IT’S SOMETHING I imagined, then came to remember as if it had happened.
  • Nikolai C.has quotedlast year
    I was an incurious student that semester. Curiosity is a luxury reserved for the financially secure: my mind was absorbed with more immediate concerns, such as the exact balance of my bank account, who I owed how much, and whether there was anything in my room I could sell for ten or twenty dollars.
  • Nikolai C.has quotedlast year
    Not knowing for certain, but refusing to give way to those who claim certainty, was a privilege I had never allowed myself. My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.
  • Nikolai C.has quotedlast year
    I looked in the mirror at our reflection, at the twelve girls, sleek and shiny, pirouetting blurs of black, white and pink. Then at myself, large and gray.
  • Nikolai C.has quotedlast year
    “These genius socialists,” Dad said. “They’d drown staring up at the rain if you didn’t build a roof over them.”
  • b8001871515has quoted2 years ago
    Sometimes God calls them home, and there’s nothing anyone can do. But if it happens to a midwife—” She turned, speaking directly to me. “All it takes is one mistake, and you’ll be visiting me in prison.”
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