How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how I come to know trees fear man.
We do not admire their president.We know why the White House is white.We do not find their children irresistible;We do not agree they should inherit the earth.
He beat me when you not here, I say.Who do, she say, Albert?Mr ____, I say.I can't believe it, she say. She sit down on the bench next to me real hard, like she drop.What he beat you for? she ast.For...
All her young life she has tried to please her father, never quite realizing that, as a girl, she never could.
The absence of models, in literature as in life, to say nothing of painting, is an occupational hazard for the artist, simply because models in art, in behavior, in growth of spirit and intellect--eve...
What she showed me was, Yes, I am Grandmother as she is; there is no separation, really, between us. And that, on this planet, Grandmother Earth, there is no higher authority. That our inseparability...
They be marching hand in hand, like going to war.
I think 'The Color Purple' is so bursting with love, the need for connection, the showing of the need for connection around the globe.
Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.
And when they spy on us let them discover us loving
Those in power must spend a lot of their time laughing at us.
Shug Avery sat up in bed a little today. I wash and comb out her hair. She got the nottiest, shortest, kinkiest hair I ever saw, and I loves every strand of it.
The three wealthiest people in the world own more than the GDP of forty-eight countries!
Hard times' is a phrase the English love to use, when speaking of Africa. And it is easy to forget that Africa's 'hard times' were made harder by them.
First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man
Even as I hold youI think of you as someone gonefar, far away. Your eyes the colorof pennies in a bowl of dark honeybringing sweet light to someone elseyour black hair slipping through my fingersis th...
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
One of the triumphs of the Civil Rights Movement is that when you travel through the South today, you do not feel overwhelmed by a residue of grievance and hate.
For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged.
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