“Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.” WorldShowsEarthJoyGrowthWhiteLove IsSweetBirthRoseDelightLovelyThornsLiliesTremblingLove Is Like Book:Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)
“The White Protestant's ultimate sympathy must be with science, factology, and committee rather than with sex, birth, heat, flesh, creation, the sweet and the funky; they must vote, manipulate, control, and direct, these Protestants who are the center of power in our land, they must go for what they believe is reason when it is only the Square logic of the past.” BelieveReasonPastSexWhiteLandCreationSweetBirthDirectLogicVoteUltimateFleshHeatSquaresCommitteesManipulateProtestantsProtestantismFunky Author:Norman Mailer
“Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and rut and birth their pups. Retired people put sweaters on their lap dogs and drag them down the street on retractable leashes in a nightly parade of doggy humiliation. Surfers don their wetsuits against the chill of storm waves and white sharks adjust their diets to include shrink-wrapped dude-snacks on fiberglass crackers.” PeopleWhiteStreetsDogWindColdBirthWinterWaveStormDietsKicksShoreDragElephantsHumiliationChillShrinksRetiredLapMistSharksSealsTrumpetsParadesSweatersSnacksRutsSurferCrackersLeashesSaltyPupsLap Dogs Author:Christopher Moore
“Everybody's a racist. It's the one human trait that makes us all exactly the same. Deep down, we only like people who are exactly like us. And it doesn't matter. White. Black. Red. Yellow. Purple, uh oh, the purple people, are the worst. Man. All prejudiced and birth marky. But, we've got to learn to get past our differences. I learned that at the museum of tolerance. After my dad beat the crap out of a guy over a parking spot.” PeopleMenHumansMatterPastGuyBlackDifferencesWhiteWorstBirthDadBeatsRacismRedMy DadToleranceSpotsRacistMuseumsYellowTraitsCrapPurpleDeep DownParkingParking Spots Author:Christopher Titus
“You see the Earth as a bright blue and white Christmas tree ornament in the black sky. It's so small and so fragile - you realize that on that small spot is everything that means everything to you; all of history and art and death and birth and love.” MeanArtEarthBlackRealizingWhiteTreeSkyBirthAnd LoveBlueSpotsFragileOrnamentsChristmas TreeWhite ChristmasBlue And WhiteHistory And Art Author:Rusty Schweickart
“Well technologically and so forth, it's a breakthrough, and yet [Birth of a Nation,] it's very white supremacist to the core in terms of the narrative content.” WellsNationsTermWhiteBirthCoreNarrativeBreakthrough Author:Cornel West
“If you aren't creeped out by the No Birth Control Left Behind rhetoric of the White House and Planned Parenthood, you aren't listening closely enough. The anesthetic of progressive benevolence always dulls the senses. Wake up.” IfsEnoughHouseLeftWhiteBehindsListeningBirthWake UpSensesWhite HouseProgressiveParenthoodRhetoricLeft BehindBenevolenceBirth ControlPlanned ParenthoodAnesthetics Author:Michelle Malkin
“In the land of my birth I cannot vote, whereas a young person of eighteen can vote. And why? Because he or she possesses that wonderful biological attribute - a white skin.” PersonsYoungWhiteWonderfulLandBirthRacismSkinsVoteAttributesUmpiresEighteenWhite Skin Author:Desmond Tutu
“Nobody’s going to save you. No one’s going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one’s going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it. You will have to do, do it yourself.” FacesWhiteCuttingHairWallBirthKissingStormAwakeClimbsYearningThickCastlesThornsDo It YourselfCastle Walls Author:Gloria E. Anzaldúa
“Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And red to call the enchantment down White silk when our bodies burn Blue banners when the lost return Flame for the birth of a Nephilim And to wash away our sins. Gray for the knowledge best untold Bone for those who don't grow old Saffron lights the victory march Green to mend our broken hearts Silver for the demon towers And bronze to summon wicked powers -Shadowhunter children's rhyme” HeartChildrenBodyLightNightLostGrowsBlackSinWhiteColorBrokenReturnBirthVictoryRedGoldBlueGreenBonesFlamesMourningDemonWickedSilverMarchGrayHuntingTowersRhymeBridesSilkBannerEnchantmentGownsShadowhuntersBronzeNephilimSaffronDeath And Mourning Author:Cassandra Clare