#white

I believe that in a way, sadness is happiness for there can be no wrong without right, no light without dark, no success without failure, no relief without pain, no love without hatred and no Snow White without the evil queen. ↗

— girl

#failure #hatred #sadness #snow-white #love

A fallow mind is a field of discontent. ↗

— John H. Cunningham

#aviation #bahamas #carl-hiaasen #cuba #humor

Never fall in love with someone that won't fight for you, because when the real battles begin they won't pull your heart to safety, but they will their own. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#fairytale-love #rescuing-you #saving-you #standing-up-for-who-you-love #unrequited-love

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#janet-fitch #white-oleander #nature

Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps. ↗

— Tiger Woods

#basketball #black #dressed #golf #hockey

White people love rock climbing almost more than they love camping. This is because the activity affords them the opportunity to be outside, to use a carabiner for something other than their keys, and to purchase a whole new set of expensive activity-specific clothing and accessories. ↗

— Christian Lander

#recreation #rock-climbing #white-people #love

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#colored #race #race-america #race-relations #racism

Tourists came around and looked into our tipis. That those were the homes we choose to live in didn`t bother them at all. The untied the door, opened the flap, and barged right in, touching our things, poking through our bedrolls, inspecting everything. It boggles my mind that tourists feel they have the god-given right to intrude everywhere. ↗

— Russell Means

#tipi #tourism #tourist #white-people #men

Life starts from a white hole and ends in a black hole. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#end #hole #inspirational #life #start

Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest— where you want to erect a museum. Don't hoard the past, Astrid. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#past #present #white-oleander #imagination