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Je pars… mais je reviendrai

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“Staying Strong When you acknowledge pain, you validate its impact on your life. There will be those who will try to disregard your hurt or downplay its intensity. Try as you may, you will never be able to make them understand how it affected you. How it severed your confidence. How it reshaped your thinking. How you spiraled downward into someone you couldn't recognize anymore. They will not understand how those hands held and hurt you until you were immobile and helpless to reach out. They wrongly believe that anxiety and depression are self-inflicted.”

“Χθες τη νύχτα, έκλαψα. Έκλαψα γιατί ο δρόμος που ακολούθησα για να γίνω γυναίκα ήταν δύσκολος και οδυνηρός... Έκλαψα γιατί δεν μπορούσα να πιστέψω πια και μ' αρέσει να πιστεύω. Αλλά, τώρα, μπορώ ν' αγαπήσω με πάθος, χωρίς όμως πίστη, χωρίς να πιστεύω σε τίποτα. Κι αυτό σημαίνει ότι τώρα μπορώ ν' αγαπήσω ανθρώπινα. Έκλαψα γιατί από τώρα θ' αρχίσω να κλαίω λιγότερο. Έκλαψα, γιατί έχασα την οδύνη και δεν έχω ακόμα συνηθίσει να ζω χωρίς οδύνη.”

“i allowed you to destroy me, my self-confidence, my ego, my identity as a human being and as a man. for years i was a shadow of my former self. the pain you caused was brutal and intense but i have a new life and a new incarnation and you’re hardly worth thinking about anymore and being free at last of your clutches, I have a new world to look forward to.”

“And so being a Negro in America is not a comfortable existence. It means being a part of the company of the bruised, the battered, the scarred and the defeated. Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having your legs cut off, and then being condemned for being a cripple. It means seeing your mother and father spiritually murdered by the slings and arrows of daily exploitation, and then being hated for being an orphan. Being a Negro in America means listening to suburban politicians talk eloquently against open housing while arguing in the same breath that they are not racists. It means being harried by day and haunted by night by a nagging sense of nobodyness and constantly fighting to be saved from the poison of bitterness. It means the ache and anguish of living in so many situations where hopes unborn have died. After 348 years racial injustice is still the Negro’s burden and America’s shame.”