The screams of a hurt woman were indistinguishable from everyday traffic. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She was fierce in the presence of death, heroic even, as she was at no other time. Its threat gave her direction,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Let your face speak what's in your heart. When my kids walk in the room my face says I'm glad to see… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that supposed to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I learned much later to worship her, just as I learned to delight in cleanliness, knowing, even as I learned, that the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown. In my heart it… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
A little black girl yearns for the blue eyes of a little white girl, and the horror at the heart of her… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I know there's some poetry that sort of sounds like daisies, but most of the good poetry is also [political], you can… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She became, and her process of becoming was like most of ours: she developed a hatred for things that mystified or obstructed… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“What she called the nastiness of life was the shock she received upon learning that nobody stopped playing checkers just because the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She thought it would dry his tears and give her some satisfaction as well. It could have worked, I suppose, but the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Now he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
...she needed to confirm its presence. Like the keeper of the lighthouse and the prisoner, she regarded it as a mooring, a… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“With relief they wrapped their heads in rags, and their breasts in flannel; eased their feet into felt. They were through with… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If he looked into her face, he would see those haunted, loving eyes. The hauntedness would irritate him - the love would… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“The loneliness she felt before Frank walked her home from Wang's cleaners began to dissolve and in its place a shiver of… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She knew Paul D was adding something to her life—something she wanted to count on but was scared to... His waiting eyes… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Perhaps that's what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it? — Toni Morrison Copy Share
There, in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
If you can't count, they can cheat you. If you can't read, they can beat you. — Toni Morrison Copy Share
“You looked at them and wondered why the were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And she had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
For me, Art is the restoration of order. It may discuss all sort of terrible things, but there must be satisfaction at the end.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
“Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share
“You know how a star is supposed to twinkle? We say twinkle because that is how it looks, but when a star feels itself,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
My father saw two black men lynched on his street in Cartersville, as a child. And I think seeing two black businessmen - not… — Toni Morrison Copy Share
“She was fierce in the presence of death, heroic even, as she was at no other time. Its threat gave her direction, clarity, audacity.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share
![“I know there's some poetry that sort of sounds like daisies, but most of the good poetry is also [political], you can feel the heartbeat; it's about some situation that concerns human beings under duress. It's suggesting a solution, or just acknowledging that [the situation] exists. Art does that.” quote by Toni Morrison](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/540/toni-morrison-271_art_i-know-there-s-some-poetry-that-sort-of_2786675.jpg)
