The whites come to applaud a Negro performer just like the colored do. When you've got the respect of white and colored, you can ease a lot of things.
Entertainment came out of this thing called a television, and it was gray. Most of the films that we saw at the cinema were black and white. It was a gray world. And music somehow was in color.
I turned a lot of people in white America - and not just white America, but middle-class America - into hip-hoppers, you know?
Everything is very black and white for me. I don't really like playing mind games.
I never dreamed I would one day work at it White House.
My mind went back to that picture in the obstetrics book. A cow standing in the middle of a gleaming floor while a sleek veterinary surgeon in a spotless parturition overall inserted his arm to a polite distance. He was relaxed and smiling, the farme...
It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair. Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts where Cupid trembling lies, Nor ...
And in front of it all are the pearly gates: the proverbial entrance to Heaven that she, in earthly life, thought might not exist. But they are real, not myth or fantasy. As she passes through them, several people greet her. In foreign tongues even, ...
THE UNICORN: The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness the unbelievable: for there before him stood the legendary creature, startling white, that had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eye...
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
With luck, it might even snow for us.
Sadness and love and pain, they're easy to feel- but not luck.
Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.
I'm just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?
We just did an awesome job of not dying.
Its not what the universe gives us that matters, but what we give the universe
The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.
Insgeheim wächst in jeder blinden, kopflosen Verliebtheit der Hass auf den Geliebten, der den einzigen Schlüssel zum Glück besitzt.
Whining is a virus, a lethal, infectious, epidemic disease.
Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.
Every theoretical explanation is a reduction of intuition.
