Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?
Mary BaloghMots clés life misery white gray-book back
I regard the Klan, the Anglo-Saxon clubs and White American societies, as far as the Negro is concerned, as better friends of the race than all other groups of hypocritical whites put together.
Marcus GarveyMots clés liberal hypocrisy black pride race hero white relations jamaica
White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies.
Tom RobbinsMots clés fear music power black guns new-orleans race-relations white
I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.
Karen Marie MoningMots clés beauty black white pink grey
All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate...
Snow...unceasing snow
Life starts from a white hole and ends in a black hole.
Santosh KalwarMots clés life inspirational black end white hole start
Tell me again about the girl whose hands
have no color. Whose hands are completely
white. This time make them damned, or
untouched, or have her open a red umbrella
or point at some maple leaves and damned
near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes,
I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know
how much I like you. It shakes me through,
damn through. It shakes me. When she carries
a peacock feather. When she touches her neck
or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad.
You have hands. You are a person with hands
to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous
things. Tell me what you will hold today. I
know there is room for everything. There is no
need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go.
Mots clés love beauty lust hands girl beautiful white red hold grasp everybody-has-hands-almost
If you want a happy ending, it just depends on where you close the book!
Orson WellesMots clés happy ending white collar mozzie
She knew then that white was more than a color: It was a cold, pale shade of understanding that seems to take all of your hope away.
Vannetta ChapmanShe walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?
Nora RobertsMots clés romantic girl white ghost bridal
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