#un

I think the invitation offered the non-black reader is to join us in this expression of our familiarity and via that joining, come to understand that when black people come together to celebrate and rejoice in black critical thinking, we do so not to exclude or to separate, but to participate more fully in world community. However, we must first be able to dialogue with one another, to give one another subject-to-subject recognition that is an act of resistance that is part of the decolonizing, anti-racist process. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#life

To be a highflier and a name to conjure with, you must decide your dimension, plan your path, master the moment, focus on the future, determine your degree, push your persistence and lead your life. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#degree #determination #focus #future #ifeanyi

... things are the way they are in our universe because if they Weren't, we would not be here to notice. ↗

— Brian Greene

#explain #explains-a-lot #life #meaning-of-life #philosophy

My life is my book, but I can't read it. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#mystery #the-unknown #life

For the author as for God, standing outwith his creation, all times are one; all times are now. In mine own country, we accept as due and right – as very meet, right, and our bounden duty – the downs and their orchids and butterflies, the woods and coppices, ash, beech, oak, and field maple, rowan, wild cherry, holly, and hazel, bluebells in their season and willow, alder, and poplar in the wetter ground. We accept as proper and unremarkable the badger and the squirrel, the roe deer and the rabbit, the fox and the pheasant, as the companions of our walks and days. We remark with pleasure, yet take as granted, the hedgerow and the garden, the riot of snowdrops, primroses, and cowslips, the bright flash of kingfishers, the dart of swallows and the peaceful homeliness of house martins, the soft nocturnal glimmer of glow worm and the silent nocturnal swoop of owl. ↗

— G.M.W. Wemyss

#country-life #countryside #village-life #life

Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning? I did. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#atop-an-underwood #early-morning #early-stories-and-other-writings #first-day #jack-kerouac

Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it. ↗

— Margaret McMullan

#mississippi #young-adult-fiction #life

Haylee thought of all the supernatural creatures that could kill her... a vampire or even a vampire slayer, and became angry at the idea a fairy might end her life tonight. ↗

— Natasha Larry

#teen-paranormal #unnatural-law #young-adult-fantasy #young-adult-paranormal #life

Annapurna, to which we had gone emptyhanded, was a treasure on which we should live the rest of our days. With this realization we turn the page: a new life begins. There are other Annapurnas in the lives of men. ↗

— Maurice Herzog

#life

Three weeks was apparently time enough to fall in love, but not long enough to fall out of love. Meg had this unfortunate truth drummed into her head each morning when she woke, hoping this would be the day that she forgot about Alex, this would be the day she could get on with her life and put Edinburgh behind her. She grimaced. Three weeks, three years, it didn’t make a difference. She would remember. Everything. ↗

— Monica McCarty

#meg #monica-mccarty #life