“Our mistreatment was just not right, and I was tired of it.”

Whites would accuse you of causing trouble when all you were doing was acting like a normal human being instead of cringing.

People need to free their minds of racial prejudice and believe in equality for all and freedom regardless of race.

All I was doing was trying to get home from work.

I was determined to achieve the total freedom that our history lessons.

When the history of this country is written, when a final accounting is done, it is this small, quiet woman whose name will be remembered long after the names of senators and presidents have been forgotten.

I would like to be known as a person who is concerned about freedom and equality and justice and prosperity for all people.

I was ready to die but give my consent never. Never, never.

Our freedom is threatened every time one of our young people is killed by another child, every time a person gets stopped and beaten by the police because of the color of their skin.

Since I have always been a strong believer in God, I knew that He was with me, and only He could get me through that next step.

Differences of race, nationality or religion should not be used to deny any human being citizenship rights or privileges.

I do the very best I can to look upon life with optimism and hope and looking forward to a better day.

The only way for prejudiced people to change is for them to decide for themselves that all human beings should be treated fairly.

No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.

Everyone living together in peace and harmony and love – that’s the goal that we seek, and I think that the more people there are who reach that state of mind, the better we will all be.

An opportunity was being given to me to do what I had asked of others.

The bus was among the first ways I realized there was a black world and a white world.

The most hurtful thing to me is when people try to put assumptions on me and my relationship because that is not OK.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

I am not broken, neither hurt. I am just disappointed.

Stop romanticizing to the people who hurt you.

Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go.

You say you don’t care but every time he gets hurt you feel the pain too.

Nothing hurts me more than when I tell you to leave me alone, and you do.

How could you expect to stay happy after hurting an innocent soul.