Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them
AUDRE LORDEIf I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That’s the beginning of social protest.
More Audre Lorde Quotes
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It’s a struggle but that’s why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.
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Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.
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Oppressors always expect the oppressed to extend to them the understanding so lacking in themselves.
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The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.
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Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason.
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But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.
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The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.
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I am a Black, Lesbian, Feminist, Warrior, Poet, Mother – stronger for all my identities, and I am indivisible.
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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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There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.
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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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Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.
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You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.
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The more I use my strength in the service of my vision the less I am afraid.
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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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