Quotes About Inclusion

But was it snobbery to feel that someone's world was too different from yours to ever meld, despite what he had felt back among the light and chatter? Was it prejudiced to acknowledge that skin colour did make a difference, simply because it did matter to so many?

We live in a world where sports have the potential to bridge the gap between racism, sexism and discrimination. The 2012 Olympic Games was a great start but hopefully what these games taught us is that if women are given an opportunity on an equal playing field the possibilities for women are endless.

I want to learn about other cultures. I want to hear other voices.

Life is not a spectator sport. If you're going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you're wasting your life.

I'm grateful for all the breaks and honors and opportunities I've had, but I always believe I won't have it made until the humblest black kid in the most remote backwoods of America has it made.

Jackie Robinson

That's just one of the reasons why it's so important to encourage people from a range of backgrounds and circumstances to join the ranks of our government officials. If we don't have diverse representation, simple needs will be overlooked, and our legislation will never be as far reaching as it needs to be.

La Mecánica Cuántica ha bautizado con el término "Lattice", a la estructura. La Lattice enrejado o celosía debe poseer una capacidad de inclusión informacional colosal para permitirle contener toda la información del Universo en cada uno de sus puntos.

There's something about being with a group of people who become like family that must be needed in society.

club before. It had seemed like Becky was being so nice to her. "That should have been your first clue," Evan told Jessie later. Becky made extra buttons for Jessie and even helped tape them all over her shirt. And she made a special membership card for her and even a WHJ sign that she helped Jessie glue onto her Writers' Workshop folder.

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.

And as we stood half circle in the bright school yard, we saw the lost and beautiful and hungry in each of us. We saw home.

If someone had taken that book out of my hand said, You're too old for this maybe I'd never have believed that someone who looked like me could be in the pages of the book that someone who looked like me had a story.

What did it sound like...having someone call your name across a crowded school yard? How did it feel to turn to the sound of your name, to see some smiling face or waving hand and know it was for you and you alone?" —Staggerlee

fabric store, we are not Colored or Negro. We are not thieves or shameful or something to be hidden away. At the fabric store, we're just people.

She said she'd chosen Santa Cruz because when se walked around the campus, she blended somehow, no one asking if she was part Negro, no one accusing her of passing for white.

Jacqueline Woodson

We watched them dip-walk away, too young to know how to respond. The four of us together weren't something they understood. They understood girls alone, folding their arms across their breasts, praying for invisibility.

For God so loved the world,' their father would say, 'he gave his only begotten son'. But what about his daughters, I wondered. What did God do with his daughters?

Now out on the floor, Melody and Malcolm were being joined by their friends, other babies turned into teenagers becoming a crush of butt-length braids and perfectly shaped fades, long painted nails lacing into lotioned teen-boy hands. He shook out his shoulders, realized his own hands were sweating. Most of the grown-ups were tapping their feet, some even moving in to dance beside the young people.

But that afternoon there was an orchestra playing. Music filling the brownstone. Black fingers pulling violin bows and strumming cellos, dark lips around horns, a small brown girl with pale pink nails on flute. Malcolm's younger brother, his dark skin glistening, blowing somberly into a harmonica. A broad?shouldered woman on harp. From my place on the stairs, I could see through the windows curious white people stopping in front of the building to listen.

Don't even know they're in the presence of royalty when they ask, How come you all sit together? without checking their own all-white tables.

I knew I was lost inside the world, watching it and trying to understand why too often I felt like I was standing just beyond the frame - of everything.

Chère Marika, Le vieux Volks n'est pas là, et moi non plus, mais vous pouvez entrer quand même. Ça me réjouirait le coeur de savoir que vous êtes entrée, que vous avez bu du café ou du chocolat et mangé des biscuits, assise à ma place ou encore debout en regardant par la fenêtre. Simplement de savoir que vous êtes venue, je serais heureux. Même sans vous voir. A bientôt. Votre voisin, Jim