The most beautiful voice in the world is that of an educated Southern woman.
― Winston Churchill
The soft aroma of old worn cotton from a linen chest, the lingering smell of tobacco on an angora sweater; Jergen’s hand lotion, sauteed green peppers and onions; the sweet, nutty smell of peanut butter and bananas, the oaken smell of good bourbon. A combination of lily of the valley, cedar, vanilla, and somewhere, the lingering of old rose. These smells are older than any thought.
― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
‘Where do you come from?’ …This is the number one most-asked question in all of South Carolina. We want to know if you are one of us, if your cousin knows our cousin, if your little sister went to school with our big brother, if you go to the same Baptist church as our ex-boss. We are looking for ways our stories fit together.
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
Southern girls are trained from birth up that the way to a man’s heart is never through the front door. They may leave a basket of cookies there, and while he’s busy picking them up, they’re squirming in through a back window.
― Joshilyn Jackson, Gods in Alabama