Never be the only one, except, possibly, in your own home.
I think we have to own the fears that we have of each other, and then, in some practical way, some daily way, figure out how to see people differently than the way we were brought up to.
The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one’s people that has not previously been taken into account.
The more I wonder, the more I love.
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?
Storytelling is how we survive, when there’s no feed, the story feeds something, it feeds the spirit, the imagination. I can’t imagine life without stories, stories from my parents, my culture. Stories from other people’s parents, their culture. That’s how we learn from each other, it’s the best way. That’s why literature is so important, it connects us heart to heart.
For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle; and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged.
It’s so clear that you have to cherish everyone. I think that’s what I get from these older black women, that every soul is to be cherished, that every flower Is to bloom.
Topics: Respect, Respectability
It is healthier, in any case, to write for the adults one’s children will become than for the children one’s “mature” critics often are.
But please remember, especially in these times of group-think and the right-on chorus, that no person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow and be perceived as fully blossomed as you were intended.
Topics: Friendship, Silence, Friends
Even now, I find that no matter what has happened, I still have that trust. I have a lot of trust, that people can be better than they are.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
All partisan movements add to the fullness of our understanding of society as a whole. They never detract; or, in any case, one must not allow them to do so. Experience adds to experience.
Topics: Revolutions, Revolution, Revolutionaries
It seems our fate to be incorrect (look where we live, for example), and in our incorrectness stand.
The little I knew about my own self wouldn’t have filled a thimble!
As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I’m the Earth. I won’t give up until the Earth gives up.
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
My activism really is for myself, because I see places in the world where I feel I should be. If there is something really bad, really evil, happening somewhere, then that is where I should be. I need, for myself, to feel that I have stood there. It feels a lot better than just watching it on television.
The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for whites or women for men.
I’m always amazed that people will actually choose to sit in front of the television and just be savaged by stuff that belittles their intelligence.
People tend to think that life really does progress for everyone eventually, that people progress, but actually only some people progress. The rest of the people don’t.
How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
The harm that you do to others is the harm that you do to yourself and you cannot think then that you can cause wars in other parts of the world and destroy people and drone them without this having a terrible impact on your own soul and your own consciousness.
The sight of a Black nun strikes their sentimentality; and, as I am unalterably rooted in native ground, they consider me a work of primitive art, housed in a magical color; the incarnation of civilized, anti-heathenism, and the fruit of a triumphing idea.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
She say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.
Topics: Religion, Churches
Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception and realize a partnership in the creation of the Universe that keeps them responsible and cheerful.
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Cynthia Ozick American Novelist, Essayist
- Joyce Carol Oates American Novelist
- Annie Dillard American Writer
- Norman Mailer American Novelist, Journalist
- Carol Shields Canadian Author, Academic
- John Updike American Author
- Rita Mae Brown American Writer, Feminist
- Fannie Flagg American Comedian, Novelist
- Andre Norton American Science Fiction Writer
- Anne Lamott American Novelist