"In the depth a light will grow,
A silver shine no shadows know,
Like wings unfolding in the sky,
That circle 'round a gleaming eye,
Turning darkness all away,
Even depths will know their day,
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again!"
— Robert Fanney

"People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want."
— Paulo Coelho

"Keep your eye on the high mark and you will hit it. Not the first time nor the second and maybe not the third, but if you keep on aiming and keep on trying, you'll hit the bull's eye of success.""
— Annie Oakley

""To photograph: it is to put on the same line of sight the head, the eye and the heart.""
— Henri Cartier-Bresson

"If you squat on a path, you'll get boils on your backside."
— Nancy Farmer

"‘I miss you when you’re not around,’ he said. ‘I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me, and I worry a lot about what you’re up to.’"
— Victoria Laurie

"When I first seed Cholly, I want you to know it was like all the bits of color from that time down home when all us chil'ren went berry picking after a funeral and I put some in the pocket of my Sunday dress, and they mashed up and stained my hips. My whole dress was messed with purple, and it never did wash out. Not the dress nor me. I could feel that purple deep inside me. And that lemonade Mama used to make when Pap came in out the fields. It be cool and yellowish, with seeds floating near the bottom. And that streak of green them june bugs made on the trees the night we left from down home. All of them colors was in me. Just sitting there. So when Cholly come up and tickled my foot, it was like them berries, that lemonade, them streaks of green the june bugs made, all come together. Cholly was thin then, with real light eyes. He used to whistle, and when I heerd him, shivers come on my skin."
— Toni Morrison (The Bluest Eye)

"Well, it probably won't live. They say the way her mama beat her she lucky to be alive herself.

She be lucky if it don't live. Bound to be the ugliest thing walking.

Can't help but be. Ought to be a law: two ugly people doubling up like that to make more ugly. Be better off in the ground.

Well, I wouldn't worry none. It be a miracle if it live.""
— Toni Morrison (The Bluest Eye)

"She held out her hand, like a man. He hesitated, then took the hand and shook it. It was very warm. You could not help but be aware of the wild passage of blood on the other side of its wall, veins, capillaries, sweat glands, tiny factories in the throes of complicated manufacture. [He] looked at the eyes and, knowing how eyes worked, was astonished, not for the first time, at the infinite complexity of Creation, wondering how this thing, this instrument for seeing, could transmit so clearly its entreaty while at the same time—-Look, I am only an eye—-denying that it was doing anything of the sort."
— Peter Carey (Oscar and Lucinda)

"Did you hear about that girl?

What? Pregnant?

Yes. But guess who?

Who? I don't know all these little old boys.

That's just it. Ain't no little old boy. They say it's Cholly.

Cholly? Her Daddy?

Uh-huh.

Lord. Have mercy. That dirty nigger.

Member that time he tried to burn them up? I knew he was crazy for sure then.

What's she gone do? The mama?

Keep on like she been. I reckon. He taken off.

County ain't gone let her keep that baby, is they?

Don't know.

None of them Breedloves seem right anyhow. That boy is off somewhere every minute, and the girl was always foolish.

Don't nobody know nothing about them anyway. Where they come from or nothing. Don't seem to have no people.

What you reckon make him do a thing like that?

Beats me. Just nasty.

Well, they ought to take her out of school.

Ought to. She carry some of the blame.

Oh come on. She ain't but twelve or so.

Yeah, but you never know. How come she didn't fight him?

Maybe she did.

Yeah? You never know.

Well, it probably won't live. They say the way her mama beat her she lucky to be alive herself.

She be lucky if it don't live. Bound to be the ugliest thing walking.

Can't help but be. Ought to be a law: two ugly people doubling up like that to make more ugly. Be better off in the ground.

Well, I wouldn't worry none. It be a miracle if it live."
— Toni Morrison