Chatuchak Market Quotes & Sayings

In my work as an actress and an activist, I've spent many years working with low income communities and people of color who don't always have a voice in our political process. — Gloria Reuben

We've never advocated violence; violence is inflicted upon us. But we do believe in self-defense for ourselves and for black people. — Huey Newton

Slowly, he sat on the edge of my seat, right beside me, and whispered, "Play for me." So I did. But I didn't play Mozart or even Beethoven. I played him my song. It was nameless. It was melodic and sweet, and something I'd worked on with him in mind. Each note captured the butterflies I got when I saw him, the warmth in my chest when he kissed me, the fleeting, most perfect high in the world. — N.R. Walker

Sometimes an organization doesn't need a solution; it just needs clarity. — Ben Horowitz

The sum of a man's problems come from his inability to be alone in a silent room. — Blaise Pascal

Every road i traveled led back to you — Paulo Coelho

Our love of art is often quite temporary, dependent upon our moods, and our love of art is subservient to our demand for a positive self-image. How we look at art should account for those imperfections and work around them. — Tyler Cowen

Someone has said that death is not a period, but a comma in the story of life. — Billy Graham

All colours are arbitrary. — Carl Sagan

My bikini, a pair of black high heels and a pair of comfortable jeans. — Joan Smalls

Quiet descended on her, calm, content, as her needle, drawing the silk smoothly to its gentle pause, collected the green folds together and attached them, very lightly, to the belt. So on a summer's day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying "that is all" more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking. — Virginia Woolf

To reclaim a real political agency means first of all accepting our insertion at the level of desire in the remorseless meat-grinder of Capital. What is being disavowed in the abjection of evil and ignorance onto fantasmatic Others is our own complicity in planetary networks of oppression. What needs to be kept in mind is both that capitalism is a hyper-abstract impersonal structure and that it would be nothing without our co-operation. The most Gothic description of Capital is also the most accurate. Capital is an abstract parasite, an insatiable vampire and zombie-maker; but the living flesh it converts into dead labor is ours, and the zombies it makes are us. There is a sense in which it simply is the case that the political elite are our servants; the miserable service they provide from us is to launder our libidos, to obligingly re-present for us our disavowed desires as if they had nothing to do with us. The — Mark Fisher

All our good is apparently from God, because we are first naked and holy without any good, and afterwards enriched with all good. — Jonathan Edwards