Birthright Quotes

“BLACK AND WHITE


I was born into
A religion of Light,
But with so many other
Religions and
Philosophies,
How do I know which
ONE
Is right?

Is it not
My birthright
To seek out the light?
To find Truth
After surveying all the proof,
Am I supposed
To love
Or fight?
And why do all those who
Try to guide me,
Always start by dividing
And multiplying me –
From what they consider
Wrong or right?
I thought,
There were no walls
For whoever beams truth and light.
And how can one speak on Light's behalf,
lf all they do
Is act black,
But talk WHITE?”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“God created every man to be free. The ability to choose whether to live free or enslaved, right or wrong, happy or in fear is something called freewill. Every man was born with freewill. Some people use it, and some people use any excuse not to. Nobody can turn you into a slave unless you allow them. Nobody can make you afraid of anything, unless you allow them. Nobody can tell you to do something wrong, unless you allow them. God never created you to be a slave, man did. God never created division or set up any borders between brothers, man did. God never told you hurt or kill another, man did. And in the end, when God asks you: "Who told you to kill one of my children?"

And you tell him, "My leader."

He will then ask you, "And are THEY your GOD?”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Fransisco, you're some kind of very high nobility, aren't you?" He answered, "Not yet. The reason my family has lasted for such a long time is that none of us has ever been permitted to think he is born a d'Anconia. We are expected to become one.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“Respect cannot be inherited, respect is the result of right actions.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“You're not like other Wasps."
"Aren't I?" Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. "No doubt you've killed my kinsmen by the score."
"A few," Salma allowed.
"Well, next time you shed my kinden's blood, think on this: we are but men, no less nor more than other men, and we strive and feel joy and fail as men have always done. We live in the darkness that is the birthright of us all, that of hurt and ignorance, only sometimes... sometimes there comes the sun." He let the bowl fall from his fingers to the floor, watching it spin and settle, unbroken.”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, Empire in Black and Gold

“I am to be loved, honored and respected solely because I exist. I am to be cherished, spoiled, celebrated because I Am! I was made to be admired.
I am a beloved child of God after all.”
― Emmanuella Raphaelle, After the Affair: Re-Membering

“It is a sad feeling to be afraid of one's native country.”
― Harriet Ann Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

“The Chorus Line: The Birth of Telemachus, An Idyll

Nine months he sailed the wine-red seas of his mother's blood
Out of the cave of dreaded Night, of sleep,
Of troubling dreams he sailed
In his frail dark boat, the boat of himself,
Through the dangerous ocean of his vast mother he sailed
From the distant cave where the threads of men's lives are spun,
Then measured, and then cut short
By the Three Fatal Sisters, intent on their gruesome handcrafts,
And the lives of women also are twisted into the strand.

And we, the twelve who were later to die by his hand
At his father's relentless command,
Sailed as well, in the dark frail boats of ourselves
Through the turbulent seas of our swollen and sore-footed mothers
Who were not royal queens, but a motley and piebald collection,
Bought, traded, captured, kidnapped from serfs and strangers.

After the nine-month voyage we came to shore,
Beached at the same time as he was, struck by the hostile air,
Infants when he was an infant, wailing just as he wailed,
Helpless as he was helpless, but ten times more helpless as well,
For his birth was longed-for and feasted, as our births were not.
His mother presented a princeling. Our various mothers
Spawned merely, lambed, farrowed, littered,
Foaled, whelped and kittened, brooded, hatched out their clutch.
We were animal young, to be disposed of at will,
Sold, drowned in the well, traded, used, discarded when bloomless.
He was fathered; we simply appeared,
Like the crocus, the rose, the sparrows endangered in mud.

Our lives were twisted in his life; we also were children
When he was a child,
We were his pets and his toythings, mock sisters, his tiny companions.
We grew as he grew, laughed also, ran as he ran,
Though sandier, hungrier, sun-speckled, most days meatless.
He saw us as rightfully his, for whatever purpose
He chose, to tend him and feed him, to wash him, amuse him,
Rock him to sleep in the dangerous boats of ourselves.

We did not know as we played with him there in the sand
On the beach of our rocky goat-island, close by the harbour,
That he was foredoomed to swell to our cold-eyed teenaged killer.
If we had known that, would we have drowned him back then?
Young children are ruthless and selfish: everyone wants to live.

Twelve against one, he wouldn't have stood a chance.
Would we? In only a minute, when nobody else was looking?
Pushed his still-innocent child's head under the water
With our own still-innocent childish nursemaid hands,
And blamed it on waves. Would we have had it in us?
Ask the Three Sisters, spinning their blood-red mazes,
Tangling the lives of men and women together.
Only they know how events might then have had altered.
Only they know our hearts.
From us you will get no answer.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

“Liz wrenched her hand from his grasp, and this time, she stepped boldly forward. “I will stay and Michael can go.”  Her voice did not waiver as she pronounced her own death sentence. No matter what happened to her, she knew she couldn’t let him die.”
― Willow Cross, Birthright

“Every single person is gifted. Every single person has an amazing thing and an amazing perspective to offer life! It is inherent in every single person, in each and everyone of us! We ALL have GREATNESS within us! Greatness is every person's venue and birthright, and we have something amazing to offer the world and society. And that is our authentic awesome self. The world needs this now, more than ever!”
― Angie karan

“Animal rights are not a gift we give to animals. They are a birthright we have taken from them.”
― Ryan Phillips

“Heritage was everything: it was a golden skeleton key, gleaming with power, able to get the wielder through any number of locked doors; it was the christening of the marriage bed with virgin blood on snow-white sheets; it was the benediction of a pristine pedigree, refined through ages of selective breeding and the occasional mercy culling.

It was life, and death, and all that spanned between.

It was his birthright.”
― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast

“It takes a lot of confidence, and self-love and self-worth to realize that you are capable. And that you have every right to leave your lane, and to do things in the same way that other people do.”
― Allan Hennessy

“I don't want a new purpose. I want what's mine. I want my birthright.”
― Faith Erin Hicks, The Stone Heart

“It’s up to us to reclaim our creative birthright.”
― Jane Dunnewold, Creative Strength Training: Prompts, Exercises and Personal Stories for Encouraging Artistic Genius

“It takes a great personal audacity to question the status quo, to take exception to it, to redefine it, and, ultimately, decide for your Self what “normal” is going to be. But guess what? That autonomy to choose your own circumstances is your birthright.”
― Becky Vollmer, You Are Not Stuck: How Soul-Guided Choices Transform Fear into Freedom

“We come here (literally) reaching for intimacy and love. But it seems soon after our arrival, we're made to believe that they're luxuries not necessities.”
― Rashod Ollison

“When an entire world had abandoned us, or at least while we felt like that, and even when nasty ogres killed my monk and Arnd's chevalier the brutal way, gathering to be a group of heroes & heroines gave us the recovery and idealism to live-on nonetheless.

I had hate, contempt, puzzled looks, and sometimes even understanding for those mainstreamers who knew nothing but sex about adulthood. As I have the roots of a European Barbarian who shared his tales at the campfire (old way of books) PLUS knowing that the intimicy of a mature relationship can be spoiled by sex, but it can never be built and maintained by sex alone...

Nah, much to contemplative and honest. Let's link-in some light-hearted fun:

Mikey Mason, over at youtube dot come has the songs 'Best Game Ever, and Summer of 83'...”
― Andrè M. Pietroschek

“Without vision, we can't fully comprehend the unlimited potential packed within. When that happens, we can't attain greatness- our birthright.”
― Assegid Habtewold, Soft Skills That Make or Break Your Success: 12 Soft skills to master self, get along with, and lead others successfully

“I was born in the city
that never sleeps so perhaps
insomnia is my birthright.”
― Ariel Francisco, Before Snowfall, After Rain

“I have always found it difficult not to be moved by Jerusalem, even when I hated it—and God knows I have hated it for the sheer human cost of it. But the sight of it, from afar or inside the labyrinth of its walls, softens me. Every inch of it holds the confidence of ancient civilizations, their deaths and their birthmarks pressed deep into the city's viscera and onto the rubble of its edges. The deified and the condemned have set their footprints in its sand. It has been conquered, razed and, rebuilt so many times that its stones seem to possess life, bestowed by the audit trail of prayer and blood. Yet somehow, it exhales humility. It sparks an inherent sense of familiarity in me—that doubtless, irrefutable Palestinian certainty that I belong to this land. It possesses me, no matter who conquers it, because its soil is the keeper of my roots, of the bones of my ancestors. Because it knows the private lust that flamed the beds of all my foremothers. Because I am the natural seed of its passionate, tempestuous past. I am a daughter of the land, and Jerusalem reassures me of this inalienable right, far more than the yellowed property deeds, the Ottoman land registries, the iron keys to our stolen homes, or UN resolutions and decrees of superpowers could ever do.”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin

“Giving your children a skill is more valuable than giving them your savings.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The right to experience was given at birth, but this right is always undermined by the infused human monkey game.”
― Kayo K.

“What others think is their business. It's your birthright to do things you love. Do it today.”
― Hiral Nagda

“Most of us have been stripped off our sensual birthright in the name of God, purity or holiness.”
― Lebo Grand

“It seems to me that those who would further their security and prestige by demanding their birthright are the least deserving of the special place in which they believe they are entitled to dwell.
- The DENNIS of an alternate universe”
― Keith Caserta

“Despite being a delight to attract Mr/Mrs Right, it'll be a matter of insight not to expect all to be right with him/her. Expecting otherwise will be uptight or outright oversight. There'll always be a blight no matter how slight that when brought to the limelight can cause affection flight. Fight it with your might if you will, this birthright is our common plight. It is therefore, foresight to to hold on tight to what you've got. Marriage is a decision to manage the imperfections of a fellow imperfect person.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

“All life has a birthright.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Why do you want me to turn conqueror?'

Amren shot back, 'Why do you shy from the power that is your birthright?'

'I did nothing to earn that power,' Rhys said. 'I was born with it. It is a tool to defend my people, not to attack others.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Members often ask me why I joined this church and why I’ve stayed a member. It’s difficult to explain with mere words, but I tell them as best I can. It’s my birthright to receive all the ordinances, and my being in this church is my walk with Jesus.”
― Alice Faulkner Burch, My Lord, He Calls Me: Stories of Faith by Black American Latter-day Saints