Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Quotes

His was the coiled, urgent restlessness of a person who believed that fate had mistakenly allotted him a place below his true destiny.

Hombres y mujeres somos distintos. Hormonas distintas, órganos sexuales distintos y capacidades biológicas distintas: las mujeres pueden tener bebés y los hombres no. Los hombres tienen más testostero...

How can a person claim to love you and yet want you to do things that suit only them? Udenna was like that.

I don’t think love as a reason. I think love comes first and then the reasons follow.

I don’t think love has a reason. I think love comes first and then the reasons follow.

I have chosen to no longer be apologetic for my femininity. And I want to be respected in all my femaleness. Because I deserve to be. I

I know this remarkable Nigerian woman, Angela, a single mother who was raising her child in the United States; her child did not take to reading so she decided to pay her five cents per page. An expen...

I like politics and history and am happiest when having a good argument about ideas.

I looked the word up in the dictionary, it said: Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes. My great-grandmother, from stories I’ve heard, was a femi...

I'm chasing you. I'm going to chase you until you give this a chance.

I'm going on. Life is the same,' he told Kainene. 'I should be reacting; things should be different.

If we keep seeing only men as heads of corporations, it starts to seem natural that only men should be heads of corporations.

Ifemelu bristled at Chetachi’s goading. Still, it was her mother’s fault, to so eagerly tell the neighbors her mentor story. She should not have; it was nobody’s business what Aunty Uju did. Ifemelu h...

Ifemelu margined them when they traveled: they would collect unusual things and fill their homes with them, unpolished evidence of their polish.

Ifemelu opened her novel, Jean Toomer's Cane, and skimmed a few pages. She had been meaning to read it for a while now, and imagined she would like it since Blaine did not. A precious performance, Bla...

Ifemelu sensed that the magazine was a hobby for Aunty Onenu, a hobby that meant something, but still a hobby. Not a passion. Not something that consumed her.

Ifemelu told her about the vertigo she had felt the first time she went to the supermarket; in the cereal aisle, she had wanted to get corn flakes, which she was used to eating back home, but suddenly...

It brought to him a disorienting strangeness, because his mind had not changed at the same pace as his life, and he felt a hollow space between himself and the person he was supposed to be.

It had become a routine of Ifemelu’s visits: Aunty Uju collected all her dissatisfactions in a silk purse, nursing them, polishing them, and then on the Saturday of Ifemelu’s visit, while Bartholomew...

It is not hard, Ifemelu said firmly. You are using the wrong comb. And she pulled the comb from Aisha’s hand and put it down on the table.