I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.
I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.
All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
If you are silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
No matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you.
I love myself when I am laughing.
Ethical and cultural desegregation. It is a contradiction in terms to scream race pride and equality while at the same time spurning Negro teachers and self-association.
The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.
It is easy to be hopeful in the day when you can see the things you wish on.
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
It's no use of talking unless people understand what you say.
If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.
You got to go there to know there.
All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
you can't beat me and my prayers!
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
The inference is, that God has restated the superiority of the West. God always does like that when a thousand white people surround one dark one. Dark people are always "bad" when they do not admit the Divine Plan like that. A certain Javanese man who sticks up for Indonesian Independence is very lowdown by the papers, and suspected of being a Japanese puppet.
She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back.
Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
It would be against all nature for all the Negroes to be either at the bottom, top, or in between. We will go where the internal drive carries us like everybody else. It is up to the individual.
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.