Quotes About Struggle

Patricia Williams has pointed out in The Alchemy of Race and Rights: "The cold game of equality staring makes me feel like a thin sheet of glass…. I could force my presence, the real me contained in those eyes, upon them, but I would be smashed in the process." Interviewed

The world is wrong. You can't put the past behind you. It's buried in you; it's turned your flesh into its own cupboard

The head's ache evaporates into a state of numbness, a cave of sighs. Over the years you lose the melodrama of seeing yourself as a patient. The sighing ceases; the headaches remain. You hold your head in your hands. You sit still.

Charlotte: Racism exists outside of reason. Black people have never been human. Charles: That is so hopeless. Charlotte: Go further into that hopelessness, and then we can really begin to see each other.

If this were a domestic tragedy, and it might well be, this would be your fatal flaw--your memory, vessel of your feelings.

Sitting there staring at the closed garage door you are reminded that a friend once told you there exists the medical term--John Henryism--for people exposed to stresses stemming from racism. They achieve themselves to death trying to dodge the buildup of erasure.

Just us, just people, the same people, but what is it that the just people are feeling or wanting or being? The brouhaha so brutal, rising, rising up, rise up. What rises up within, between us? What comes up because we are the history within us?

Neîn?elegerile dintre p?rin?i, b?d?r?nia tat?lui, plictisul ?i melancolia mamei o f?ceau s? se team? de consecin?ele dragostei. Dac? via?a în doi ducea automat la triste?e ?i regrete, la ce bun s? te mai obose?ti?

I'll end up believing, like him, that everything is war and every mark a scar. She ran a finger lightly over the blade of a sword temporarily hung on the wall; the line it left on her skin, though distinct, quickly vanished.

He looked upward toward the night sky and said, "Honestly…was this the best you could do? Truly? Create creatures willing to work themselves into a state where they toss aside all reason? If the answer is yes, then what does that say about you? If the answer is no, then why didn't you put some more effort into it?

Native peoples imbibed all of the vices of U.S. citizens, they claimed, while slaves absorbed their virtues.

The greatest glory never comes from winning, but from rising each time you fall.

For Martin, social justice would not "roll in on the wings of inevitability" but would come through struggle and sacrifice. *

I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice;

Notwithstanding the memories of slavery, and in the face poverty, ignorance, terrorism, and subjugation still deeply woven into their lives, the embittered past of blacks was taken onto a much higher plane of intellectual and artistic consideration during the Renaissance.

Fingernails filling with silt, scraping the sculpted...

Anxiety has forged another weather.

Whatever doubt might rise, he knew that he was right. But the rightness was an intellectual rightness and the doubt emotional.

the reason opportunity is often missed is that it usually comes disguised as hard work.

Life was an ongoing war against unseen and usually undefined enemies.

Aber dann blickte ich auf. Über dem Bücherregal hing eine gerahmte Zeichnung. Sie zeigte einen Hai, der im Begriff ist, einen Barsch zu verschlingen; der Barsch seinerseits schickt sich an, eine Elritze zu schlucken, und diese wiederum will gerade einen Wurm fressen. Der Hai sagt: "Es gibt jede Menge Gerechtigkeit." Der Barsch sagt: "Es gibt ein bißchen Gerechtigkeit." Die Elritze klagt: "Es gibt keine Gerechtigkeit", und der Wurm schreit: "Hilfe!

Life was an ongoing war against unseen and usually undefined enemies. Your own naiveté was one of those enemies. You had to battle it, and improvise, and guard your back. See

Go out and fight so life shouldn't be printed on dollar bills.

This is your life and mine! It's skull and bones every incha the road! Christ, we're dyin' by inches!