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“We knew no one man had killed the prophet. Rather, the combined weight of racism and an absence of moral courage had crushed him. A constitution ignored, laws denied, these were the weapons. America pulled the trigger.”

Quote by Marita Golden

Work

Migrations of the Heart

This novel delves into the emotional journey of individuals navigating the complexities of leaving their homes and finding new beginnings. It captures the essence of love and the enduring human spirit in the face of displacement. more

Author

Marita Golden
Marita Golden

Marita Golden is an accomplished American novelist renowned for her exploration of the African American experience in her works. Born on April 28, 1950, she has made a significant mark in the literary world with her compelling narratives and insightful character portrayals. more

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“Voyager, c'est vivre dans toute la plénitude du mot; c'est oublier le passé et l'avenir pour le présent; c'est respirer à pleine poitrine, jouir de tout, s'emparer de la création comme d'une chose qui est sienne, c'est chercher dans la terre des mines d'or que personne n'a fouillées, dans l'air des merveilles que personne n'a vues, c'est passer après la foule et ramasser sous l'herbe les perles et les diamants qu'elle a pris, ignorante et insoucieuse qu'elle est, pour des flocons de neige et des gouttes de rosée.”

“If I don’t succeed, I will try again and never stop trying. When I succeed, I will again explore new opportunities.”

“For the last year and a half this room had been my 'pensive citadel:' here I had read and studied through all the hours of the night: and, though true it was, that for the latter part of this time I, who was framed for love and gentle affections, had lost my gaiety and happiness, during the strife and fever of contention with my guardian; yet, on the other hand, as a boy, so passionately fond of books, and dedicated to intellectual pursuits, I could not fail to have enjoyed many happy hours in the midst of general dejection. I wept as I looked round on the chair, hearth, writing-table, and other familiar objects, knowing too certainly, that I looked upon them for the last time.”