Quotes About Diversity

Some days I hit that wall really hard, and I have to tell myself that I don't believe that stuff anymore. That all the things in my brain, all the little voices whispering that I'm Doing It Wrong, this is just how hegemonies work: by continuous reinforcement; by convincing people that there is only one true way (or a handful of such); by promoting and valuing, over and over, the same narratives without thought to how harmful they can be.

There is no Hindu, there is no Muslim.

God's heart is big enough to hold people of all faiths and races.

Anthropology is the science which tells us that people are the same the whole world over-except when they are different.

I've changed professions so many times that sometimes I think I should tack Misc. after my name. Jane Kelly, Misc.

He is just different. That is all." She looked perplexed, but said, "Different is good. Different is wonderful.

Oh, Mother, not you too! We cannot deny people their rights simply because there may be a few bad members of their group who abuse them. We may as well lock ourselves up, then. Heaven knows there are plenty of bad humans - humans who do not Shift into animals but simply harbor an evil we might all potentially possess.

Rather than becoming bored by always eating the same brand, try mixing cereals to concoct endless varieties of flavors. I typically have 10 to 18 varieties in my cupboard. My

This was probably a good time to remember folks really were the same everywhere.

Reckon women don't think like men." "Why on earth don't they learn how?" I rubbed my face. "Ain't meant to, honey." I smiled and kissed his brow. "It occurs to us to ask the same thing. Keeps the world turning, I suspect.

pictured that one Indian man I stood so close to I could hear his breathing, and those filthy, awful men I killed, and I know Indians aren't no dirtier than any white folks and cleaner than some. Not stupid, either. But I saved my breath. The likes of her isn't going to listen nor be changed in the mind just from hearing sense. Some people sense is wasted on and that's purely a fact.

I think variety is the key to the whole thing, and the reason so many marriages go stale is that they just do the same thing over and over.

No podemos encerrarnos en un armario como estos libros, pero eso es lo que va a pasar cuando volvamos a clase.

It'll be okay. There are a lot of unfair things in this world, and gay people certainly come in for their share of them—but so do lots of other people, and besides, it doesn't really matter. What matters is the truth of loving, of two people finding each other. That's what's important, and don't you forget it.

it was true i'd never consciously thought about being gay... even when i was little, i'd often felt as if i didn't quite fit in with most of the people around me... why when i imagined living with someone someday, permanently i mean, that person was always female.

Yo sentí que descubría partes de mí misma en las personas homosexuales sobre las que leía.

Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

But what really is immorality? And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

And what does helping someone really mean? Helping them to be like everyone else, or helping them to be themselves?

She's a social worker, Karen," Mac said when I told the group. "She must know something about homosexuality.

When we choose to be different, we have to expect a little attention.

Ce sentiment de n'appartenir à aucun groupe politique, professionnel ou culturel, de n'être liée à aucune communauté idéologique, religieuse ou intellectuelle où il soit possible de se reconnaître en d'autres, des semblables qui puissent entendre et faire entendre un jugement équitable, suivant des règles acceptées par tous, c'est cela qui me manque et me manquera toujours telle que je suis.

He sees dilapidated three- and four-story concrete blocks, their walls painted in peeling pastel colors and streaked with graffiti, and because of the corrugated tin roofs, he again thinks of the reserve, which he also doesn't know. Sunlight. Black people staring at him. Tropical greenery. Tough dusty roots and grasses, leaves and vines. Gutted buildings. Ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA. Cement walls give onto gapingly empty ideas of rooms.

When you think about it, there's a whole novel behind the voice of a Haitian in Montreal, a German in Paris, a Laotian in Chicago...