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“A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.”
― Henry Miller, The Books in My Life

“I want to fly! I want to touch the sun!"
"Finish your eggs first.”
― Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

“Mama, you don’t understand. It’s all a matter of ideas, and God is just one idea I don’t acept. It’s not important. I am not going out and commit crimes or be immoral because I don’t believe in God. I don’t even think about it. It’s just that I get so tired of Him getting credit for all the things the human race achieves through its own stubborn effort. There simply is no God! There is only Man, and it’s he who makes miracles!”
― Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

“RUTH No—I'm just sleepy as the devil. What kind of eggs you want?
WALTER Not scrambled. (RUTH starts to scramble eggs)”
― Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

“It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.”
― Warsan Shire

“My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.”
― Warsan Shire

“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire

“two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.”
― Warsan Shire

“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are
still together.”
― Warsan Shire

“you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that”
― warsan shire

“Don't assume, ask. Be kind. Tell the truth. Don't say anything you can't stand behind fully. Have integrity. Tell people how you feel.”
― Warsan Shire

“Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.”
― Warsan Shire

“You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”
― Warsan Shire

“If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing