The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.
RICHARD WRIGHTI could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
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I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
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there are times when life’s ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed…It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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