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
Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If you take racism away from certain people - I mean, vitriolic racism as well as the sort of social racist -… — 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
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His… — 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 Image
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 Image
If you can't count, they can cheat you. If you can't read, they can beat you. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
