Asantewaa Quotes & Sayings

On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog's bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of huge, inert cubes, between which only the mute effigies of great men, carapaced in bronze, with their blank stone or metal faces, conjured up a sorry semblance of what the man had been. In lifeless squares and avenues these tawdry idols lorded it under the lowering sky; stolid monsters that might have personified the rule of immobility imposed on us, or, anyhow, its final aspect, that of a defunct city in which plague, stone, and darkness had effectively silenced every voice. — Albert Camus

A founder's perspective is unique.

Entrepreneurs are builders, and the lens through which I view Starbucks and the marketplace is somewhat different from what it would be if I were a professionally schooled manager. — Howard Schultz

He stopped the horse abruptly, turning to look at me. One act of kindness cannot repay all the sins I have committed. — H.A. Lamb

Ours. By then I'd read Chancellor Williams, J. A. Rogers, and John Jackson - writers central to the canon of our new noble history. From them I knew that Mansa Musa of Mali was black, and Shabaka of Egypt was black, and Yaa Asantewaa of Ashanti was black - and "the black race" was a thing I supposed existed from time immemorial, a thing that was real and mattered. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

Unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning — William Carlos Williams

I think sometimes I should do more carousing, because I don't do much and maybe it would be fun occasionally. It's hard for me to have fun and I'm a serious thinker and a searcher and funny from the front. — Garry Shandling

I took a step. And then another. And so it went as we followed Father, who had come to take us forever away from Salem. And with every step I thought of my mother's courage as she faced her judges. With every step I thought of her cleaving to the truth even as she fell the short distance of the rope. With every step I thought of her pride, her strength, her love.
And with every step I thought, I am my mother's daughter, I am my mother's daughter ... — Kathleen Kent

The prairie skies can always make you see more
than what you believe. — Jackson Burnett