Until blacks and whites see each other as brother and sister, we will not have parity. It’s very clear.
If you are always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be.
My mother raised me, and then freed me,
Listen carefully to what country people call mother wit. In those homely sayings are couched the collective wisdom of generations.
Mother’s life flowed radiant. Fluorescent-tipped waves on incoming tides.
It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.
In diversity there is beauty and there is strength.
I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind.
My great blessing is my son, but I have daughters. I have white ones and Black ones and fat ones and thin ones and pretty ones and plain. I have gay ones and straight. I have daughters. I have Asian ones, I have Jewish ones, I have Muslim ones.
My greatest blessing has been the birth of my son. My next greatest blessing has been my ability to turn people into children of mine.
When you learn, teach, when you get, give.
My son is the best thing that ever happened to me. And through me – to a lot of people
When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness… all the good things.
Education helps one case cease being intimidated by strange situations.
My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.
Therefore we pledge to bind
Ourselves to one another, to embrac
Our lowliest, to keep company with
Our loneliest, to educate our illiterate,
To feed our starving, to clothe our
Ragged, to do all good things,
Knowing that we are more than
Keepers of our brothers and sisters
We are our brothers and sisters
Writing and cookery are just two different means of communication.
We need Joy as we need air. We need Love as we need water. We need each other as we need the earth we share.