Quotes About White

Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they... Shatter.

the country was in upheaval and the townships were on the brink of open warfare, white life went on placidly and undisturbed.

large section of white Western liberal opinion does not recognise that it is truly racist to refrain from condemning the clerics who seek to oppress them.

Instantly Nozdrev burst into a laugh compassable only by a healthy man in whose head every tooth still remains as white as sugar. By this I mean the laugh of quivering cheeks, the laugh which causes a neighbour who is sleeping behind double doors three rooms away to leap from his bed and exclaim with distended eyes, "Hullo! Something HAS upset him!

So there was a new breed of adventurers, urban adventurers who drifted out at night looking for action with a black man's code to fit their facts. The hipster had absorbed the existentialist synapses of the Negro, and for practical purpose could be considered a white Negro.

En contemplant le paysage noir et blanc du plateau, j'ai compris combien la tristesse était un mot important dans la definition du monde. Elle se trouve a la base de tout, elle est le cinquième élement, la quintessence.

A mist lay on the sea, very white but thinning here and there so the water beneath could be seen looking like green milk.

The wind pounced on them hard. It had blown some of the cloud away and stretched the rest across the sky like rags on a loom to make a rug. A blue and white and gray rug like that would b pretty, thought Arry. But how do I know that? Do I know it?

Werewolves usually have markings that are more doglike than wolflike. I don't know why. Bran, the Marrok, has a splash of white on his tail, as though he'd dipped it in a bucket of paint. I think it's cute—but I'd never had the nerve to tell him so.

At times his arrogance did resolve itself into simplicity, though it was difficult, especially for strangers, to distinguish these occasions.

What he does not know is that were he to find the patience to read the book in the spirit in which it asks to be read, his entire life would begin to change, and little by little he would come to a full understanding of his situation—that is to say, of Black, of White, of the case, of everything that concerns him.

The only people discussing "race" with any insight and courage are loud middle-aged white men who romanticize the Kennedys and Motown, well-read open-minded white kids like the tie-dyed familiar sitting next to me in the Free Tibet and Boba Fett T-shirt, a few freelance journalists in Detroit, and the American hikikomori who sit in their basements pounding away at their keyboards composing measured and well-thought-out responses to the endless torrent of racist online commentary.

That the city would return to being the thriving white suburb of his youth. Cars with tail fins. Straw hats and sock hops. Episcopalians and ice cream socials. It would be the opposite of white flight, he said. "The Ku Klux influx." But when I'd ask him how, he'd just shrug and, like a conservative senator without any ideas, filibuster me with unrelated stories about the good ol' days.

All orbits are free. Several earths I lob to you while going blind— the two white ones you keep, one in each hand.

Foehnish You. Stillness flew ahead of us, a second, clear life. I won, I lost, we believed in somber wonders, the branch, quickly written into the sky, carried us, grew through the drifting white into the moon-orbit, a morning leaped up into yesterday, we retrieved the candlestick, scattered, I crashed everything into no-one's hand.

Nostalgia for a simplified and deeply nativist version of history, a past that had never existed except in the mythologies of people, mostly male, mostly white, mostly straight, who found the modern world too complicated.

I must've gone out for dinner with Al and Bernice, and I must've been full of reassurance and interstitial data. All the blood work was normal so far, but I don't recall if an actual T-cell test was taken, or if we knew the results before the verdict. The T cells are a subset of the white blood count. Infection with the

It was august. for years it was august … . there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky and music coming from everywhere at once.

Outside, the storm picked up, dropping a soundless sheet of white.

The post had a fresh coat of white paint with two jaunty black stripes, making it look like a buoy fixed and still in a bright emerald sea. Though

He glanced down between his legs and shook his head with utter disgust. How was he supposed to ravage virgins with that feeble thing? Padgora the White would pay for taking that from him as well. He

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass Stains the white radiance of Eternity

Both white and black acknowledge women?s sway, So much the better and the wiser too, Deeming it most convenient to obey, Or possibly they might their folly rue.*