Quotes About Endurance

Children's talent to endure stems from their ignorance of alternatives.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.

Being free is as difficult and as perpetual — or rather fighting for one's freedom, struggling towards being free, is like struggling to be a poet or a good Christian or a good jew or a good Moslem or a good Zen Buddhist. You work all day long and achieve some kind of level of success by nightfall, go to sleep and wake up in the next morning with the job still to be done. So you start all over again.

You have tried to destroy me and though I perish daily, I shall not be moved.

Never let white folks know what you really think. If you're sad, laugh. If you're bleeding inside, dance.

Every storm runs out of rain.

I thought at the time that it was noble to bear the ills one had silently. But not so silently that others didn't know one was bearing them.

The only way out of something is all the way through it.

A horse needs a tail more than one season.

People whose history and future were threatened each day by extinction considered that it was only by divine intervention that they were able to live at all.

Upon certain subject I am able to hold my tongue and hope that time will right wrongs.

If you want to stay around here like death eating a soda cracker, that's your business.

This is not their place. In time they will pass. Ghana was here when they came. When they go, Ghana will be here. They are like mice on an elephant's back. They will pass." In

The idea of overcoming is always fascinating to me, because few of us realize how much energy we have expended just to be here today.

Reality began its tedious crawl back into their reasoning. After all, they were needy and hungry and despised and dispossessed, and sinners the world over were in the driver's seat. How long, merciful Father? How long? A

Continue To dare to love deeply And risk everything For the good thing Continue

Just like the moons and certainty of tides, Still I Rise.

You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

I have waited toes curled, hat rolled heart and genitals in hand on the back porches of forever in the kitchens and fields of rejections on the cold marble steps of America's White Out-House in the drop seats of buses and the open flies of war

He badder than death yet gives no sweet release.

Rise and be prepared to move on and ever on.

They fought too hard, they loved too well. My crime is I'm alive to tell.

History, despite its wrenching pain, Cannot be unlived, but if faced With courage, need not be lived again.

I keep on dying, Because I love to live.