Quotes About Diversity

a concentration of young people who wanted to open their minds

Social media means we're listening to different voices. It's not just the same old powerful white men who all went to the same places for college. It means everyone gets a soapbox. And if you've got something important to say, you can get people to listen.

College didn't erase the differences between how everyone grew up, but it disguised those differences—

Toronto Sydney New Delhi

Jennifer Weiner

Over the course of the next three years, Hirschmann shuffled between four countries, enlisted to fight in a civil war, joined an underground resistance, and got a doctoral degree.

The moment a Frenchman opens his mouth, he declares his identity. The French speak French. The English speak a language which belongs to no one.

If there is one person I do despise more than another, it is the man who does not think exactly the same on all topics as I do...

And we would all try to do it in our heads, and all arrive at different results, and sneer at one another. 

a pound or two of short dips; a crown, set with diamonds and rubies each as big as a duck's egg; a cradle — empty, an affecting sight; carpets, kettles, and pots; a stretcher; a chariot; a bunch of carrots; a costermonger's barrow; banners; a leg of mutton, and a baby. Everything, in short, that could possibly be wanted, either in a palace or a garret, a farmyard or a battle-field.

We have in America," he said, "twenty million people of German descent. Almost as many Irish. In New York State alone there are more Italians than in Rome. We have more Scandinavians than there are in Sweden. Here, side by side, dwell Czechs, Roumanians, Slavs, Poles and Dutchmen. We also have some Jews. We have solved the problem of living together without wanting to cut one another's throats. You will have to learn to do the same in Europe. We shall have to teach you.

We differ widely enough in our nobler qualities. It is in our follies that we are at one.

Don't confine yourself to a select group of friends, often known as a clique. Cliques by definition leave people out. Lock yourself into one, and you'll never know how many terrific friendships you may be missing.

At the same time, we held back. Because she was different. Different. We had no one to compare her to, no one to measure her against.

Maniac kept trying, but he still couldn't see it, this color business. He didn't figure he was white any more than the East Enders were black. He looked himself over pretty hard and came up with at least seven different shades and colors right on his own skin, not one of them being what he would call white (except for his eyeballs, which weren't any whiter than the eyeballs of the kids in the East End).

For the life of him, he couldn't figure why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butter rum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to him, was real black.

Beneath every goober is a kid. A person. Maybe he's not what you would call 'regular.' But so what? Is that a bad thing?

Henry. Whose streak, unlike Beans's, was meek, not mean. Who ran with Beans and Mutto. Who did what they did. But was different.

On the contrary, she is one of us. Most decidedly. She is more than we are us. She is, I think, who we really are. Or were...she's an earthling if there ever was one.' 'So it's not just an act?' said Kevin. 'An act? No. If anybody is acting, it's us.

We couldn't say her name often enough. It tickled us to mention her name to strangers and watch the expressions on their faces. Girls liked her. Boys liked her. And-- most remarkable-- the attention came from all kinds of kids: shy mice and princesses, jocks and eggheads.

Accents don't show up in music.

No big corporation would promote a hunchback.

They're all blackface caricatures.

Everyone in this town was a weirdo, that was a solid-gold fact, and it didn't matter because I wasn't alone anymore. I had the kitten.