Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Valentine Okolo

Quote by Valentine Okolo

“I Will Be Silent is not just a book to me. It is more than that. It is a call to witness. It is a series of poems which proceed not from the heart but from the gut of tribulation and endurance. It is a book which bears witness to the collected voices who cannot speak for themselves because they have been silenced.”

Quote by Valentine Okolo

Author

Valentine Okolo

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Valentine Okolo. more

You May Also Like

“Each time a child goes up as an incendiary, something within me rips open. Until a day of reckoning comes I don’t think I will ever get over the self-immolation of each of those children. And my words are inadequate to show the depth of my grief or my anger. Nothing can. Only my deliberations with silence.”

“The fireworks went on for nearly half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both sky and water. It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection, as if there were two displays, above and below, going on simultaneously—one in space-time, mused Max, and the other in time-space.”

“[Pertaining to The Law of Free Will and Karma]: Disputing traditional cause and effect karmic doctrine, Kuan Yin maintains that it is the accumulated beliefs from parallel realities creating “made-up stories” about oneself and, thus, reality. Because of this quantum factor, we have absolute Free Will to attract optimum realities from infinite, simultaneous Evolutionary Potentials. Thus, according to Kuan Yin, where and how skillfully one focuses their intention and attention can determine an outcome.”

“Хасиды рассказывают историю о грядущем мире, который гласит, что все там будет таким же, как здесь. Такая же комната, как у нас теперь; где спит сейчас наш ребенок, он будет спать и в грядущем мире. Одежду, которую мы носим здесь, мы будем носить и там. Все будет как сейчас, только чуть-чуть по-другому.”

“Then I realized that it's not that I want to be old — it's not a particular age I'm longing for, but a certain way of life, one that's reserved for old age, perhaps. It involves not taking action, but if you do, doing it slowly, as if it's not the result of the action that matters, but the actual movement. It means watching the ebb and flow of time, but no longer having the courage to go with the tide, or against it. It means ignoring time, as if it were just a naive advertisement for something else that's truly desirable, and doing nothing, just counting the strokes of the living-room clock, the pit-a-pat of pigeon's feet on the windowsill, and the beats of your heart— and the immediately forgetting them all. It means not longing or thirsting for anything—”