“It's like being a newborn, this sudden sensory overload of noise, color, smells and gravity after months of quietly floating, encased in relative calm and isolation. No wonder babies cry in protest when they're born.” BornWonderCryColorBabyMonthsCalmSmellNoiseIsolationProtestRelativeGravityFloatingSensoryNewbornOverload Book:An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth Source: An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth
“Many of these Americans who are struggling to survive are Americans of color, .. Their cries for assistance confront America with a test of our moral compass as a nation.” AmericaNationsCompassionMoralStruggleCryColorTestsAssistanceCompassMoral CompassStruggling To Survive Author:Elijah Cummings
“To be an artist it is not necessary to make a living from our creations. Nor is it necessary to have work hanging in fine museums or the praise of critics . . . To be an artist it is necessary to live with our eyes wide open, to breathe in the colors of mountain and sky, to know the sound of leaves rustling, the smell of snow, the texture of bark . . . To be an artist is to notice every beautiful and tragic thing, to cry freely, to collect experience and shape it into forms that others can share.” KnowsEyeBeautifulFormArtistSoundSkyShareCryCreationColorFineShapesMountainPraiseCriticsSmellWideBreatheSnowTragicMuseumsTextureBarkVery BeautifulEyes Wide Open Author:Jan Phillips
“If a liberal policy towards the late Rebels is adopted, the ultra Republicans are opposed to it; if the colored people are honored, the extremists of the other wing cry out against it. I suspect I am right in both cases.” PeopleIfsCasesCryPolicyColorRepublicanLateWingsSuspectsRebelHonoredAdoptedExtremistReconstructionUltras Author:Rutherford B. Hayes
“To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils.” GivingLooksHandsEyeRunningVoiceBornAudienceLaughingCryColorBrotherWindHairEarsPraiseNotesLegsRangeToneMy BrotherMy SisterSmoothDampPraise GodThank You GodDaffodil Book:DAYBREAK Source: DAYBREAK
“My aim is to lay bare and proclaim the crying and horrible guilt of the bloody doctrine of persecution as one of the most seditious, destructive, blasphemous, and bloodiest in any or all the nations of the world, notwithstanding the many fine veils, pretenses, and colors of not persecuting Christ Jesus, but heretics; not God's truth or servants, but blasphemers and seducers; not persecuting men for their conscience, but for sinning against their conscience; and like specious reasonings to justify the cruelty of intolerance.” MenWorldJesusNationsChristCryColorFineConscienceAimLaysGuiltHorribleDoctrineCrueltyServantReasoningDestructiveJustifyIntoleranceBloodyPersecutionVeilsPretenseHereticSinning Author:Roger Williams