the fear of death is that you are dying too soon. Nobody wants to, but at the point that you die you can pray that you are no longer the same person. I pray that when I am about to… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me-so different… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
There are many kinds of open. . . Love is a word, another kind of open. . . Take my word for jewel in your open light. — Audre Lorde Copy Share
I can't really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too? — Audre Lorde Copy Share
“For once we begin to feel deeply all the aspects of our lives, we begin to demand from ourselves and from our life-pursuits that… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
the fear of death is that you are dying too soon. Nobody wants to, but at the point that you die you can pray… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
“There is an important difference between openness and naïveté. Not everyone has good intentions nor means me well. I remind myself I do not… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
I learned to read from Mrs. Augusta Baker, the children's librarian. ... If that was the only good deed that lady ever did in… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change,… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
“I think that in America there are certain kinds of problems and in Russia there are certain kinds of problems, but basically, when you… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
Institutionalized rejection of differences is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people. As members of such an economy,… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
“I forgot what we were celebrating. Because we were always celebrating something, a new job, a new poem, a new love, a new dream.” — Audre Lorde Copy Share
How a diamond comes into a knot of flame How a sound comes into a word, coloured By who pays what for speaking. Some… — Audre Lorde Copy Share
