Quotes & Sayings About Afrocentrism

He is appointed Lieutenant Colonel, second-in-command of the Twentieth Maine Regiment of Volunteers. — Jeff Shaara

Are you real?" I asked his skin.
"Baby, you're standing in my arms," he answered.
"Please be real," I whispered.
"Feel this." He gave me a squeeze. "I'm real, Lanie. — Kristen Ashley

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life ... — William S. Burroughs

She seemed to fold into herself, like a pleated wing. Her pain antagonized me. I wanted to open her up, crisp her edges, ram a stick down that hunched and curving spine, force her to stand erect and spit the misery out on the streets. But she held it in where it could lap up into her eyes. — Toni Morrison

In fact, because I liked him so badly, I needed to continue on my course. I was finally becoming the woman I wanted to be, and she was whom I needed to show Dash - and myself. — Aspen Matis

It may be that we have lost our ability to hold a blazing coal, to move unfettered through time, to walk on water, because we have been taught that such things have to be earned; we should deserve them; we must be qualified. We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift. But a child rejoices in presents! — Madeleine L'Engle

To show your true ability is always, in a sense, to surpass the limits of your ability, to go a little beyond them: to dare, to seek, to invent; it is at such a moment that new talents are revealed, discovered, and realized — Simone De Beauvoir

We have this recurring dream that we're human beings, that we have bodies, that we're in time and space, that there is birth and death. To awaken from the dream of life is to be conscious of eternity. — Frederick Lenz

A painter," he said, as though the word were an insult. "I'm a writer."
"You're a writer? I'm a writer."
"What do you write?"
"Stories. Books. A book. Fiction."
"Fiction. Pfft. That's not writing."
"What do you write?"
"I write the truth."
"Fiction is true. It doesn't have to be factual to be true."
"Says you. Have you been published?"
"As a matter of fact I have. My novel sold over 65,000 copies."
"All to your mom."
"My mom didn't even know about it. — Ben Monopoli

In liminal space, one meets the unknown, the marginalized, the synchronistic, the other, the unconscious edge of one's former narratives. At this point, the possibility to try out new narratives, to reframe one's story, becomes critical. Through narratives of participation the center of gravity shifts from fear and defensiveness to curiosity, creativity, and celebration. One begins to take a stand to validate one own's affects and doubts while at the same time interrogating them. The effect of such a shift is that the area of questioning about the self, the world, and the use of narrative language begins to widen noticeably. We can no longer assume there will be an outcome of homogeneous accounts through dialogue. The frames of narratives of participation anticipate heterogeneity rather than accord. — Helene Shulman

When I was one day old, I learned how to read. When I was two days old, I started to write. By the time I was three, I had finished 212 short stories, 38 novels, 730 poems, and one very funny limerick, all before breakfast. — Jon Scieszka

My grandfather was a French professor in Kolkata, though I never met him. — Nita Ambani