#white

Black women don't have the same body image problems as white women. They are proud of their bodies. ↗

— Tyra Banks

#bodies #body #body image #image #problems

The simple truth is that balding African-American men look cool when they shave their heads, whereas balding white men look like giant thumbs. ↗

— Dave Barry

#african-american #american men #giant #heads #like

I don't see a white woman. I see a black woman, even though my mother is white. Knowing that has made my life easier, I think. ↗

— Halle Berry

#easier #even #i #i see #i think

I wanted to do the whole album in black and white, and it really killed me that when you see it in the light it's got green in it. I don't know what the hell that was about. ↗

— Nuno Bettencourt

#album #black #black and white #got #green

Eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#appear #appears #art #color #eloquence

The White House has embarked on a mission to convince the people of our country that Social Security is in dire need of drastic change in order to save it for all workers. ↗

— Barbara Boxer

#convince #country #dire #dire need #drastic

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#ever #fingers #first #first time #grew

One lady told me that before she saw 'Sounder' she didn't believe black people could love each other, have deep relationships in the same way as white people. ↗

— Cicely Tyson

#believe #black #could #deep #each

Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this? ↗

— K-Ske Hasegawa

#crap #dead #death #girl #god

—¿Ha sabido alguna vez que iba a llover sin ni siquiera ver las nubes, señorita Hopper? Sientes algo, no sabes bien el qué, algo que te dice que aunque esté el sol brillando va a llover… y al final llueve. O mejor, imagine un camino largo, muy largo, y una persona al final del mismo. Esa persona camina hacia usted. No puede ver nada de ella, ni su cara ni su ropa. Pero llega un instante en que, aún sin poder ver sus rasgos, ni siquiera su manera de andar, algo hace clic en su cabeza y la reconoce. Es un familiar. Es un amigo. Es un desconocido. Pues así veo yo a la muerte. Pero con la particularidad de que ella ya no está al final del camino, sino muy cerca. Puedo verla con todo detalle. Y solo quedan unos pocos pasos para que me alcance… ↗

— Eugenio Prados

#eugenio-prados #imagination