Blackness Quote by Bruce Springsteen

Time goes by, I would never say goodbye. I try, no matter how many tears I have to cry. He is my sky ,…

— Anonymous

The day you went away, my world slipped away, as if I were to roam the sky with a thousand butterflies, the moon tonight…

— Anonymous

You can never have too much sky . You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe…

— Sandra Cisneros

“If you cry in the rain, only the sky will see your tears.”

— Matshona Dhliwayo

Some day if I die.. don't think dat I forgot u… just have a look towords sky! my tears will be a rain drop…

— Anonymous

When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with…

— Joey Comeau

Some day if I die.. don't think that i forgot u… just have a look towards sky! my tears will be a rain drop…

— AaRon CcHan

I looked up at the sky For not the tears to die Until they fall and dry Then I realized That you were gone…

— Just_for_Lily

I'm just challenging white supremacy at its intellectual heart every day. It's a pedagogy that I deploy against some of the most vicious resistance…

— Michael Eric Dyson

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.

— Yann Martel

One time he was asked if he believed in an afterlife. After a moment's hesitation he said no, that he thought there was only…

— Winston Churchill

As a queer woman of colour I've been asked to be more urban, as if my brand of Blackness wasn't quite Black enough. I…

— Ariana DeBose

You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.” “Tell me.” And so Po described…

— Kristin Cashore

“The worst fear of the race yes, the world suddenly transformed into a senseless nightmare, horrible dissolution of things. Nothing compares, even oblivion is…

— Thomas Ligotti

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on…

— Sylvia Plath