Falling didn't bother me. I could fall forever and not be hurt. It's stopping that's the problem.
Mama - Mama - I want so many things. . . I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy.
A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness, as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men - and people in general.
. . . Negroes must concern themselves with every single means of struggle: legal, illegal, passive, active, violent and non- violent. . . . They must harass, debate, petition, boycott, sing hymns, pray on steps--and shoot from their windows when the racists come cruising through their communities. . . . The acceptance of our condition is the only form of extremism which discredits us before our children [ellipses in source].
The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
Though it be a thrilling and marvellous thing to be merely young and gifted in such times, it is doubly so - doubly dynamic - to be young, gifted and black.
One cannot live with sighted eyes and feeling heart and not know and read of the miseries which affect the world.
A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias.
Wish I'd written Tikkun Olam – a Weavers or Peter Paul & Mary hit!
In the deep space of the sea I have found my moon
What makes authentic disciples is not visions, ecstasies, biblical mastery of chapter and verse, or spectacular success in the ministry, but a capacity for faithfulness. Buffeted by the fickle winds of failure, battered by their own unruly emotions, and bruised by rejection and ridicule, authentic disciples may have stumbled and frequently fallen, endured lapses and relapses, gotten handcuffed to the fleshpots and wandered into a far county. Yet, they kept coming back to Jesus.