Quotes About White

High in the tower, where I sit above the loud complaining of the human sea, I know many souls that toss and whirl and pass, but none there are that intrigue me more than the Souls of White Folk.

there was enough trouble in my trough; I'd save the reeducation of the white race for sometime later in the week.

the hard-eyed receptionist, was white and wrinkled. She wore glasses and had not smiled in years.

Violence in the American situation is inescapable. White society is violent, white American society is particularly violent, and white American society is especially violent towards blacks.

Once the war was over, they reorganized the Democratic Party and announced in their 1865 platform, "We hold this to be a Government of white people, made and to be perpetuated for the exclusive benefit of the white race, and … that people of African descent cannot be considered as citizens of the United States, and that there can, in no event, nor under any circumstances, be any equality between white and other races.

Unofficially, we understood. There was a ceiling. Always had been, always would be. Even for him. Even for our hero, there were limits to the dream of assimilation, to how far any of you could make your way into the world of Black and White.

This is the dream. Sustainable employment. Some semblance of work-life balance. Talk white. Not a lot. Get contact lenses. Smile. They will assume you're smart. The less you say, the better. Try to project: Responsible, Harmless.

He was as blank, and white as the walls, which was just fine with him. Maybe if they'd given him some vodka and weed, his head would have straightened out. He had said that to the shrink – one of them, at least – but if he remembered correctly, it hadn't gone over very well.

The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter's frosty white blanket of snow.

Winter is a white-gray paradise blunted of details — the simple season.

You'll never meet a Libran who doesn't have a smile like a soft, white cloud. That Venus smile could melt a chocolate bar at twenty paces.

JERRY: I was best man at your wedding. I saw you in white. I watched you glide by in white. EMMA: I wasn't in white. JERRY: You know what should have happened? EMMA: What? JERRY: I should have had you, in your white, before the wedding. I should have blackened you, in your white wedding dress, blackened you in your bridal dress, before ushering you into your wedding, as your best man.

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness.

Literature, not science or theology, is the master discipline, the paradigm of inquiry, for postmoderns.

The search for majorities always results in either greater disfranchisement or wider suffrage, and in this case, leaders reached out to poor white men for their victories.

On the reservation, the agents tried to induce the Sioux to accept the American economy and adopt white ways. Each left to act as he thought best, the agents

He obviously just got a haircut, because there's a slim line of white skin between where his tan stops and where the edge of his sun-bleached hair begins, like the curl of surf against a sandy beach.

She was a middle-aged white woman with big cheeks—front and rear—

Death was bleach and it burned away the stains, leaving nothing but white.

Dicky Cruyer ran a finger along the waist of his white denim jeans until he felt the designer's leather label on his back pocket.

repression of white ethnic groups; again, most textbooks blame the people

This isn't sand at all." "No," Ann said, kneeling beside her. "They're tiny shells." White snail shells, no bigger than the head of a pin, caught along the lines of Evelyn's palm. She studied them with uncertain wonder, then looked up at the beach itself, white with billions of dwarf deaths, free fossil washed, yes, gently, into petrified rhythms along the shore. "Isn't it beautiful?" Ann asked.

The salt smell of the ocean, sharp and steady, called to her from the window. Looking out, she saw her sisters, the waves, beckoning her with their white arms.

If I bought you a white safari jacket and some black leather gloves, do you think you could chew on a cigar and periodically say 'I love it when a plan comes together'?