#unaware

Until justice is blind to color, until education is unaware of race, until opportunity is unconcerned with the color of men's skins, emancipation will be a proclamation but not a fact. ↗

— Lyndon B. Johnson

#color #education #emancipation #fact #justice

I am not unaware of the saying that more tears have been shed over wishes granted than wishes denied. ↗

— Aung San Suu Kyi

#been #denied #granted #i #i am

One of the things that is devastating is I realise I haven't been living a different life than when I was, like, 12. I'm shocked at how reclusive I've been since then. I was unaware of it until recently. ↗

— Gus Van Sant

#devastating #different #haven #how #i

I was unaware of the dispute in Brooklyn. I would never knowingly wear any clothes or support any company who produced clothing with alleged wage and labor violations. ↗

— Shakira

#any #brooklyn #clothes #clothing #company

Rather than thinking in terms of good and bad, it is more helpful to think in terms of conscious and unconscious, aware, and unaware. ↗

— Joan Borysenko

#conscious #unaware #unconscious #love

I'm dating a woman now who, evidently, is unaware of it. ↗

— Garry Shandling

#evidently #i #now #unaware #who

We are surrounded on all sides by God but often we are no more conscious of him than we are of air pressing against us. We don't turn our attention to Him. (Evelyn Underhill) ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love

...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one... ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bad #beat #bitter #cale

between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word. ↗

— David Sedaris

#sad #tragic #unaware #music

Most victims of my autobiographical verse are either far too polite, remarkably understanding unaware that I have written poems about them. ↗

— John Barton

#autobiographical #either #far #i #most