Something always told me I wasn't no rich white woman.
A fool who believes that death is waste and love is sweet and that the earth turns and men change every day and that rivers run and that people wanna be better than they are and that flowers smell good and that I hurt terribly today, and that hurt is desperation and desperation is-energy and energy can move things...
Seem like God didn't see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams -but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worth while.
Perhaps I will be a great man… I mean perhaps I will hold on to the substance of truth and find my way always with the right course
Of love and my parents, there is little to be written; their relationship to their children was utilitarian. We were fed and housed and dressed and outfitted with more cash than our associates and that was all. We were also vaguely taught certain vague absolutes: that we were better than no one but infinitely superior to everyone...
There may be women to emerge who will be able to formulate a new and possible concept that homosexual persecution and condemnation has at its roots not only social ignorance, but a philosophically active anti-feminist dogma.
What you ain't never understood is that I ain't got nothing, don't own nothing, ain't never really wanted nothing that wasn't for you. There ain't nothing as precious to me...There ain't nothing worth holding on to, money, dreams, nothing else-
A status not freely chosen or entered into by an individual or a group is necessarily one of oppression and the oppressed are by their nature (i.e., oppressed) forever in ferment and agitation against their condition and what they understand to be their oppressors. If not by overt rebellion or revolution, then in the thousand and one ways they will devise with and without consciousness to alter their condition
Children see things very well sometimes and idealists even better.
Mama-Mama-I want so many things... I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy...
I'm just tired of hearing about God all the time. What has He got to do with anything?... I'm not going to be immoral or commit crimes because I don't believe. I don't even think about that. I just get so tired of Him getting the credit for things the human race achieves through its own effort. Now, there simply is no God. There's only man. And it's he who makes miracles.
Our Southside is a place apart: each piece of our living is a protest.
I was born black and female.
That's what being eccentric means-being natural.
This is one of the glories of man, the inventiveness of the human mind and the human spirit: whenever life doesn't seem to give an answer, we create one.
I happen to believe that most people - and this is where I differ from many of my contemporaries, or at least as they express themselves - I think that virtually every human being is dramatically interesting. Not only is he dramatically interesting, he is a creature of stature whoever he is ...
Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning-because that ain't the time at all...when you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
I think that the human race does command its own destiny and that that destiny can eventually embrace the stars.
One cannot live with sighted eyes and feeling heart and not know and read of the miseries which affect the world.
I wish to live beacause life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful, and that which is love. Therefore, since I have known all of these things, I have found them to be reason enough and-I wish to live. Moreover, because this is so, I wish others to live for generations and generations and generations and generations.
Ah, I like the look of packing crates! A household in preparation for a journey! ... Something full of the flow of life, do you understand? Movement, progress ...
Never be afraid to sit a while and think.
I believe that one of the most sound ideas in dramatic writing is that in order to create the universal, you must pay very great attention to the specific. Universality, I think, emerges from truthful identity of what is.
...Negroes must concern themselves with every single means of struggle: legal, illegal, passive, active, violent and non- violent.... They must harass, debate, petition, boycott, sing hymns, pray on steps-and shoot from their windows when the racists come cruising through their communities.... The acceptance of our condition is the only form of extremism which discredits us before our children [ellipses in source].
There is always something left to love. And if you haven't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.
The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
Though it be a thrilling and marvellous thing to be merely young and gifted in such times, it is doubly so - doubly dynamic - to be young, gifted and black.
Do I remain a revolutionary? Intellectually - without a doubt. But am I prepared to give my body to the struggle or even my comforts? This is what I puzzle about.
A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness, as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men - and people in general.
Obviously the most oppressed of any oppressed group will be its women
Once upon a time freedom used to be life-now it's money. I guess the world really do change.
Take away the violence and who will hear the men of peace?
It isn't a circle-it is simply a long line-as in geometry, you know, one that reaches into infinity. And because we cannot see the end-we also cannot see how it changes. And it is very odd by those who see the changes-who dream, who will not give up-are called idealists...and those who see only the circle we call them the "realists"!
[T]here is only one large circle that we march in, around and around, each of us with our own little picture - in front of us - our own little mirage that we think is the future.
I think that the glorious thing about the human race is that it does change the world - constantly. The world or 'life' may seem to more often overwhelm the human being's capacity for struggling against being overwhelmed which is remarkable and exhilarating.
I wish to live because life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful, and that which is love.
I care. I care about it all. It takes too much energy not to care.
It's dangerous, son.' 'What's dangerous?' 'When a man goes outside his house to look for peace.
I want to fly! I want to touch the sun!" "Finish your eggs first.
I look at you and I see the final triumph of stupidity in the world!