“In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness, a mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed. Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it, the locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.” WayHeartKindSaidLightNightConsciousnessKnowingAirMy HeartRedFilledTrackSouthernWarningScreamYearningPenaltiesHeadingsRushingSlopesCollisionSteepSirensRed LightsLocomotivesElls Book:Black Boy Source: Black Boy
“The way of the Lord is the way of happiness. ‘Wickedness never was happiness’ [Alma 41:10]. Transgression never was happiness. Sin never was happiness. Disobedience never was happiness. The way of happiness is following the way of the Lord. I believe this with all my heart.” WayBelieveHeartI BelieveSinLordMy HeartFollowingWickednessDisobedienceTransgression Author:Gordon B. Hinckley