I remember how being young and Black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
AUDRE LORDEI remember how being young and Black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
More Audre Lorde Quotes
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I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.
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Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me.
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I am bleak heroism of words that refuse to be buried alive with the liars.
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If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.
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Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.
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There is no thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives.
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Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution, but more usually we must do battle where we are standing.
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The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation .
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I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self-indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.
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The Seventh Sense – Women who build nations learn to love men who build nations learn to love children building sand castles by the rising sea.
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We must wake up knowing we have work to do and go to bed knowing we’ve done it.
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To search for power within myself means I must be willing to move through being afraid to whatever lies beyond.
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I am still learning – how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.
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What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?
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In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.
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