Funny. Slave masters thought they were making a difference in black people’s lives too. Saving them from their 'wild African ways.' Same shit, different century. I wish people like them would stop thinking that people like me need saving.
Your voices matter, your dreams matter, your lives matter. Be roses that grow in the concrete.
People say misery loves company, but I think it’s like that with anger too.
Funny how it works with white kids though. It’s dope to be black until it’s hard to be black.
Don’t let them put words in your mouth. God gave you a brain. You don’t need theirs.
No matter what we say or how loud we shout, they will never hear us.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
We don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.
It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.
There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty - unless she is wed to something more meaningful - is always superficial.
When you feel homesick, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.
Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.
I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.
Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.
That life - whatever else it is - is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch.
There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.
To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.
Telling scary stories is something people have done for thousands of years, for most of us like being scared in that way. Since there isn't any danger, we think it is fun.
The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.
If this year has taught me anything, it's that grief can destroy a person.
'You could rattle the stars,' she whispered. 'You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.'
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.
No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.
Names are not important. It's what lies inside of you that matters.
'I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I... I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me.
'I don't even see why we have to go over there and pretend to like each other when everyone knows that's exactly what we're doing. Pretending.' She hands me the bag.
'Because people like you to pretend, Kate. They prefer it.'
'Because people like you to pretend, Kate. They prefer it.'
He is more myself than i am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
During his life, the witcher had met thieves who looked like town councillors, councillors who looked like beggars, harlots who looked like princesses, princesses who looked like calving cows, and kings who looked like thieves.
Andrzej Sapkowski in The Witcher - The Last Wish
1Alice: "How long is forever?"
White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."
White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."
The higher our self-esteem, the stronger the drive to express ourselves, reflecting the sense of richness within. The lower our self-esteem, the more urgent the need to 'prove' ourselves - or to forget ourselves by living mechanically and unconsciously.
If I respect myself and require that others deal with me respectfully, I send out signals and behave in ways that increase the likelihood that others will respond appropriately. When they do, I am reinforced and confirmed in my initial belief. If I lack self-respect and consequently accept discourtesy, abuse, or exploitation from others as natural, I unconsciously transmit this, and some people will treat me at my self-estimate. When this happens, and I submit to it, my self-respect deteriorates still more.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
I am the king and you could've been my Red Queen. Now you are nothing.
I'll make the other scream for you, Mare, every last one. Not just your parents. Not just your siblings. But every single one like you. I'm going to find them, and they will die with you in their thoughts, knowing this is the fate you have brought them.
In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.
The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.