richard wright Quotes

Men simply copied the realities of their hearts when they built prisons.
tags: men heart reality prison
— Richard Wright
I'd like to see the bay cleaned up before I die.
tags: die
— Richard Wright
It's becoming very much like 1979 again.
— Richard Wright
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
tags: darkness fight hunger
— Richard Wright
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing.
tags: experience seeing book dreams
— Richard Wright
The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts. Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
tags: emotion dark facts designer book author imagination
— Richard Wright
I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
tags: people black
— Richard Wright
Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn't it only the naive who find all of this baffling? If you've a notion of what man's heart is, wouldn't you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man's frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?
tags: men heart earth civilization
— Richard Wright
there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
tags: time
— Richard Wright
I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . . I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom
tags: rain
— Richard Wright
I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].
tags: true stories
— Richard Wright
Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
tags: night hunger
— Richard Wright
It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...
tags: environment book
— Richard Wright
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
tags: imagination artist
— Richard Wright
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
tags: death men lies
— Richard Wright
All literature is protest.
tags: literature
— Richard Wright
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
tags: trust experience loyalty relationship
— Richard Wright
Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
tags: drugs novel reading mood
— Richard Wright
Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there. We black and they white. They got things and we ain't. They do things and we can't. It's just like livin' in jail.
tags: live black
— Richard Wright
Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed...It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
— Richard Wright
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
— Richard Wright
Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
tags: mind
— Richard Wright
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...
tags: environment book
— Richard Wright
Don't leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
— Richard Wright
But the color of a Negro's skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
— Richard Wright
They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged. And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
tags: fear live hate
— Richard Wright
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
tags: men
— Richard Wright
It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
tags: human wonder drama help questions
— Richard Wright
I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...
tags: world
— Richard Wright
I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them, kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
tags: chance time moment knowing wrong
— Richard Wright
I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.
tags: live hurt hate hunger
— Richard Wright
It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
tags: world read
— Richard Wright
Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
tags: character believe right wrong
— Richard Wright
Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets, you usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
tags: black
— Richard Wright
What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true? I could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was upon exactly that nothingness that my mind began to dwell, that constant sense of wanting without having, of being hated without reason.
tags: possibility mind dreams
— Richard Wright
Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible... Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world, I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak, I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
tags: power world environment
— Richard Wright