Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America? Raquel Cepeda More Quotes by Raquel Cepeda More Quotes From Raquel Cepeda We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths. Raquel Cepeda teachacceptingthinking Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man. Raquel Cepeda girlbrothermother Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end. Raquel Cepeda ends I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder. Raquel Cepeda ive-learnedeyerace We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return. Raquel Cepeda nextpurposeneeds Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse. Raquel Cepeda diversityfluididentity I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth. Raquel Cepeda piecesmotherfeelings For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound. Raquel Cepeda bandadventurepast This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation. Raquel Cepeda standingcertainfeelings Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in. Raquel Cepeda eyedarkfall The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences. Raquel Cepeda nextlevelscoincidence This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me. Raquel Cepeda divorceparentyears Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home. Raquel Cepeda paradisenameshome Women destroy me. I allow them to. Raquel Cepeda Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people Raquel Cepeda beautifultravelthinking
