We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
RICHARD WRIGHTHe had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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If you’ve a notion of what man’s heart is, wouldn’t you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man’s frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?
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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer.
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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness
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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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