# Quote — Toni Morrison, Sula

> The mirror by the door was not a mirror by the door, it was an altar where he stood for only a moment to put on his cap before going out. The red rocking chair was a rocking of his own hips as he sat in the kitchen. Still, there was nothing of his — his own — that she could find. It was as if she were afraid she had hallucinated him and needed proof to the contrary. His absence was everywhere, stinging everything, giving the furnishings primary colors, sharp outlines to the corners of rooms and gold light to the dust collecting on table tops. When he was there he pulled everything toward himself. Not only her eyes and all her senses but also inanimate things seemed to exist because of him, backdrops to his presence. Now that he had gone, these things, so long subdued by his presence, were glamorized in his wake.

- Author: [Toni Morrison](https://www.leafyquotes.com/toni-morrison.md)
- Book: [Sula](https://www.leafyquotes.com/toni-morrison/sula.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/toni-morrison/sula/the-mirror-by-the

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