Quotes About White

We who grew up with 'drop and cover' drills know all too well what wonders science can bring us, and we like to see the guy in the white lab coat suffer a little. Or a lot.

I like to work and there's no movies for actors, period, especially black actors. When white actors are like, 'Man, there's no work out there,' then black actors are like, 'Are you kidding me?'

Even in the '80s and '90s, many white Southerners were still bitter about court decisions that required racial integration of the schools. It wasn't that they were outwardly opposed to white and black people attending school together, it was that the rulings threatened their proud identity as independent Southerners.

The guy that I worked on 'Thriller ' was a genius and he was 20 years old, but it was like working with a gifted 10-year-old. The guy who I worked on with 'Black Or White' was crazy. Michael had gone mad.

Dr. Adrienne Keene writes, "The system in what is currently known as the US isn't 'broken.' It was designed by male white supremacist slaveowners on stolen Indigenous land to protect their interests. It's working as it was designed.

and white wrappers, and this only changed in the 1860s. But Uncle Allan is quite taken with Dickens's and Thackeray's

A snowfield was like a bed, white and smooth and inviting: come and lay your head. Lay your head and sleep. A glittering soft death, a sliding away without noise or pain.

Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.

In those days there was a lot of pride involved in the way a woman's wash looked, especially the white things.

And now, a heap of roses beside the sea, white rugosa beside the foaming hem of shore: brave, waxen candles… And we talk as if death were a line to be crossed. Look at them, the white roses. Tell me where they end.

When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, It rained very hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty. I went upstairs and sat in my room and watched the water falling in the street. It was falling so hard that it looked like white sparks (and this is a simile, too, not a metaphor). P.103

OdeÅ¡el jsem nahoru a sedÄ›l u sebe v pokoji a díval se, jak na ulici leje. Lilo tak straÅ¡nÄ›, že to vypadalo jako bílé jiskry (a tohle je pÃ…â"¢irovnání, ne metafora).

Their conversation had gone like this: 'Something something, something something, something something something…the White Dog of Afghanistan…something something something, something, something, something else, something entirely unintelligible.

In a dead white field an untethered goat gave them sardonic greeting.

Oh, I can't tell you. She looks like a beautiful animal that you are afraid to caress for fear it should bite you; — an animal that would be beautiful if its eyes were not so restless, and its teeth so sharp and so white.

he said, as he stepped across the Close, habited in his best suit of black, with most exact white cravat, and yet looking not quite like a clergyman, — with some touch of the undertaker in his gait.

The statement that complete separation never will take place is correct enough, (5) though Anaxagoras is not fully aware of what it means. For affections are indeed inseparable. If then colours and states had entered into the mixture, and if separation took place, there would be a 'white' or a 'healthy' which was nothing but white or healthy, i. e. was not the predicate of a subject.

A man in white clothes (…) was running as one does run when Death is the pacemaker.

I'm not a humming-bird. I'm a hawk; a tiny leashed hawk, pecked to death by these large, white, flabby, wormy hens.

In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.

This party is also very much not "norm-Christmas." There's a photo booth in the corner, and black and white balloons reading Naughty and Nice float everywhere.

I have never in my whole life asked for an autograph. It seems a little ... unnecessary.

O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!