“That morning, like every morning, the first decision he made regarded his Blackness. His skin was a deep, constant brown. In public,… — Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah Copy Share Image
On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There are no black conservatives. Oh, there are neoconservatives with black skin, but they lack any claim to blackness other than the… — Stephen Carter Copy Share Image
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters pursuing and… — Robert Hayden Copy Share Image
The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Will moved to object, but it was too late; Henry had already pressed the button. There was a blinding flare of light… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful… — Louis Untermeyer Copy Share Image
As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly. — Sylvia Ashton-Warner Copy Share Image
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness. — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
I'm gonna spread out over America intrude my proud blackness all over the place. — Mari Evans Copy Share Image
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Very, very slowly, the dwarf remnants of what was once our mighty sun will cool and dim, until it embarks on its… — Paul Davies Copy Share Image
Knowing that "me" is inextricably linked to blackness, [I try to enjoy] the process of expanding beyond the expected boundaries set by… — Baratunde Thurston Copy Share Image
Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare. — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
True, I used to see a lot of hope. I saw men tear down the veils behind which the truth had been… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away,… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories… — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
