They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
RICHARD WRIGHTI endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.
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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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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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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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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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Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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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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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.
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We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.
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