Unapologetic Black Quotes & Sayings

I'm really obsessed with the past. — Fisher Stevens

I've known no better teacher than hunting. And what hunting has taught me is hardly restricted to the ways of wildings and woods. — David Petersen

Your skin, and your whole body, goes into repair mode when you sleep. — Doris Day

A man agrees with god as a raindrop with the storm. — George R R Martin

Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war. — Bernard Cornwell

What is it you most dislike? Stupidity, especially in its nastiest forms of racism and superstition. — Christopher Hitchens

In other words, New York has gone all suburban and bourgeois on us. — Joe Bob Briggs

Patience is the key of content. — Mehmed The Conqueror

My heroes were all in the theatre. — Damian Lewis

I've drawn myself apart from them all; I am my own skipper and later on I shall see where I come to land — Anne Frank

My job in the Senate is not just to give speeches and do interviews, it's to solve problems. — Marco Rubio

The deepest work is usually the darkest. A brave woman, a wisening woman, will developing the poorest psychic land, for if she builds only on the best land of her psyche, she will have for a view the least of what she is. So do not be afraid of the worst. It only guarantees increase of soul power through fresh insights and opportunities for re-visioning one's life and self anew. — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

It had grown cold in the night but he was numb with other weathers. An equinox in the heart, ill change, unluck. Suttree held his face in his hands. Child of darkness and familiar of small dooms. He himself used to wake in terror to find whole congregations of the uninvited attending his bed, protean figures slouched among the room's dark corners in all multiplicity of shapes, gibbons and gargoyles, arachnoids of outrageous size, a batshaped creature hung by some cunning in a high corner from whence clicked and winked like bone chimes its incandescent teeth. — Cormac McCarthy