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Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another – physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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There is really nothing more to say- except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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Writing her also became a way of writing himself.

Chimamanda Nzogi Adichie, Americanah

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His use of 'they' suggested and 'us' which would be the both of them.

Chimamanda Nzogi Adichie, Americanah

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It brought to him a disorienting strangeness, because his mind had not changed at the same pace as his life, and he felt a hollow space between himself and the person he was supposed to be.

Chimamanda Nzogi Adichie, Americanah

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...that her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always sitting by the window and looking out.

Chimamanda Nzogi Adichie, Americanah

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But it makes an immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when that is small fry, p e a n u t s compared to what the immigrant fears- dissolution, d i s a p p e a r a n c e.

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

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She felt like the prude who walks through a nudist beach, examining the sand

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

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On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions the man breathes

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

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For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth–after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (via watchoutforintellect)

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Convalescence

Feel better. You cannot see the beauty of life through tear-stained eyes. You have to lift up the veil of sorrow to uncover the beauty that surrounds the world. No matter how low you fall you must always remember to rise. Recovering from any type of damage takes time coupled with a sound mind. And when you feel better, you will learn to enjoy the simple things, the things that once gave you a sense of happiness. Then when your eyes, accustomed to misery, finally adjust you will view life in a new light. A light that flickered in all of your dim days, now ablaze. The light that could set fire to millions and warm the hearts of billions.

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Colourism

I stemmed from the soil of my ancestors. Women who knew the importance of grace and age. As I grew I felt the disease of vanity. I wilted while wishing for the bark of another. Each day, I willed it. Until I remembered the soil that nurtured me regardless of vanity. The sunlight that shone on me regardless of my mentality. I once sought shade because of my shade. I used to fear what fed me because of society. Termites knocked and I welcomed them in. I had darkness on the outside and inside of me. I was hollowing out, emptying from within. I withered yet my roots reminded me, of how I am my mother's beauty. I am with her, I am my mother's legacy. What was once wilted has become splendid in the light of the sun. I aged and felt the wrinkle of every ring, as a war I had won.

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Roald Dahl ��The Twits”

I read this as a kid and it had a really significant effect on me and and it’s a big influence on my world view and I still think it’s the most beautiful and profound thing anyone’s ever said about beauty