Quotes About Diversity

When my mom was alive, I'd gone to church more often. She'd told me once that she didn't believe that any one religion was doing it right, but that she was open to the fact that there might be a higher power. Sometimes she felt it at church, sometimes she'd felt it on the ocean" -Lucy

I am not alone," said Tadis. "You are not alone. No one is ever alone, because that is not the human condition. Each of us is unique, different. Yet we are all the same, all one. That is the greatest wisdom I can give you.

I feel like I've done a bunch of period stuff and then a bunch of romantic comedies.

Gender is not sane. It's not sane to call a rainbow black and white.

The first question we usually ask new parents is: "Is it a boy or a girl?". There is a great answer to that one going around: "We don't know; it hasn't told us yet." Personally, I think no question containing "either/or" deserves a serious answer, and that includes the question of gender.

Instead of saying that all gender is this or all gender is that, let's recognize that the word gender has scores of meaning built into it. It's an amalgamation of bodies, identities, and life experiences, subconscious urges, sensations, and behaviors, some of which develop organically, and others which are shaped by language and culture. Instead of saying that gender is any one single thing, let's start describing it as a holistic experience.

Let's stop "tolerating" or "accepting" difference, as if we're so much better for not being different. Instead, let's celebrate difference, because in this world it takes a lot of guts to be different and to act differently.

I see fashion as a proclamation or manifestation of identity, so, as long as identities are important, fashion will continue to be important. The link between fashion and identity begins to get real interesting, however, in the case of people who don't fall clearly into a culturally-recognized identity.

Let's stop pretending that we have all the answers, because when it comes to gender, none of us is fucking omniscient.

Disney will never make a movie about my life story, and that's a shame--I'd make a really cute animated creature.

We just want to identify the "real" freaks, so we can feel closer to normal. In reality, not a single one of us is so magically normative as to claim the right to separate out the freaks from everyone else. We are all freaks to someone. Maybe even—if we're honest—to ourselves.

Happy is a poor word for someone who's trying to live a rainbow-colored life in a black-and-white world.

While railing against the manufactured prerequisites of womanhood or manhood, we need to avoid manufacturing our own prerequisites. The non-operative journey and the objection to it illustrate just one area in which we need to open our thinking to other journeys while expecting that others respect our own. - Mercedes Allen

We have looked for myths that include us in great novels, music, the latest comic book, or even some stupid advertising campaign. We'll look anywhere for a mythology that embraces people like ourselves.

Try This: Imagine the world as a place where anyone can safely and even joyfully express themselves the way they've always wanted to. Nothing about the bodies they were born with or what they choose to do with those bodies – how they dress them, or decorate, or trim or augment them – would get people laughed at, or targeted, or in any way deprived of their rights. Can you imagine a world like that?

Instead of saying that all gender is this or all gender id that, let's recognize that the word gender has scores of meanings built into it. It's an amalgamation of bodies, identities, and life experiences, subconscious urges, sensations, and behaviours, some of which develop organically, and others which are shaped by language and culture. Instead of saying that gender is any one single thing, let's start describing it as a holistic experience.

Yes, Mr. Popham is a Methodist and I'm a Congregationalist, but I say let the children go where they like, so I always take them with me.

With no one but blacks around him, other than his own son, Thornhill saw that their skins were not black, no more than his own was white. They were simply skins, with the same pores and hairs, the same shadings of colour as his own. If black skin was all there was to see, it was amazing how quickly it became the colour that skin was.

Then they were moving again. Frank told her it was because of Benni, the nursemaid who looked after them. Benni was half Chinese, that golden skin. Her mother was ordinary Australian, was how Benni put it. That

A broken off chip of England resting on the surface of this place.

everyone has to knit when they're here. ... But not every person has to use yarn.

Whatever the "real" differences between the sexes may be, we are not likely to know them until the sexes are treated differently, that is alike.

Because of our social circumstances, male and female are really two cultures and their life experiences are utterly different—and this is crucial. Implicit

Whatever the "real" differences between the sexes may be, we are not likely to know them until the sexes are treated differently, that is alike. And