Wallace Thurman Quotes
The Negro and all things negroid had become a fad, and Harlem had become a shrine to which feverish pilgrimages were in order . . . Seventh Avenue was the gorge into which Harlem cliff dwellers crowded to promenade.
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This is all the inheritance I give to my dear family. The religion of Christ will give them one which will make them rich indeed.
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Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.
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Babies, we are told, are the latest news from heaven.
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
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I admit it: I had fun watching right-wingers go wild as health reform finally became law.
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Be faithful to the time spent in prayer and make sure that at least half of your prayer is spent in silence. This will bring you closer to Jesus. If you deepen your prayer life you will grow in holiness and obtain many graces for the souls entrusted to your care. Deepen your love for one another by praying for each other and by sharing thoughts and graces you have received in prayer and reading.
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Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is "soap-on-a-rope."
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I don't want to go through life as a Wonder Wheel murderer!
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Knitting not only relaxes me, it also brings a feeling of being at home.
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A satyagrahi would neither retaliate nor would he submit to the criminal, but seek to cure him by curing himself.
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Lovers of Swaraj cannot rest till a solution is found which would allay Mussalman apprehensions and yet not endanger Swaraj.
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I think girls who looked like me or were from the poorer area where I'm from in Australia, like you don't think "Oh, I'm going to be a movie star." You just didn't think that would happen to girls like me where I'm from.
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You can never tell what's in a woman's mind, And if she's from Harlem, there's no use o' tryin
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Being a Negro writer these days is a racket and I'm going to make the most of it while it lasts. About twice a year I sell a story. It is acclaimed. I am a genius in the making. Thank God for this Negro literary renaissance. Long may it flourish
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The Negro and all things negroid had become a fad, and Harlem had become a shrine to which feverish pilgrimages were in order . . . Seventh Avenue was the gorge into which Harlem cliff dwellers crowded to promenade.
