How sad now never to see men holding hands, while everywhere one looks they are holding guns.
But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
In order to be able to live at all in America I must be unafraid to live anywhere in it, and I must be able to live in the fashion and with whom I choose.
A burnt finger remember the fire.
The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one’s people that has not previously been taken into account.
I’m mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can’t even bring themselves to talk.
Aside from the fact that they say it’s unhealthy, my fat ain’t never been no trouble. Mens always have loved me. My kids ain’t never complained. Plus they’s fat.
I think there is a sense of being forced at this time to look at America’s really large shadow and that’s not all that bad.
There are those who believe Black people possess the secret of joy and that it is this that will sustain them through any spiritual or moral or physical devastation.
I think colors are miraculous. We live in a universe that is extremely creative and magical. We become happier as we appreciate these things in nature.
My mother was very strong. Once, she picked up a coconut and smashed it against my father’s head. It taught me about women defending themselves and not collapsing in a heap.
Revolt is the mirror in which greed is forced to see itself.
One thing that never ceases to amaze me, along with the growth of vegetation from the earth and of hair from the head, is the growth of understanding.
In every life there comes a point when you have to make a decision about how you will live.
Women have to summon courage to fulfill dormant dreams.
Abortion is an act of self-defense.
My life is not to be somebody else’s impact – you know what I mean?
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
You know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody, but when you can’t git started without asking the bottle, you in trouble.
Oh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.