So far the most surprising, beautiful sentence in Ta-Nehisi Coates’ We Were Eight Years in Power. It’s about his wife and part of one of the meta-essays that introduce his previously published essays in this collection. Some have aged better than others, but the meta-essays alone are worth the read alone. Man, that guy can write.
Tag Archives: love
I really love you, believe me. It is something I inherited from my mother. From Attila József’s “Attila József” which Edward Hirsch calls his “love poem to himself.”
“I think it’s logical to assume that many, many black folk fell in love with many, many other black folk. This assumption is the rational consequence of acknowledging black humanity." The quoted statement should be obvious, but for long stretches of history, it wasn’t. In “The Dear Pledges of Our Love,” an essay about Philis Wheatley …
So happy to know that love is not reserved for the sun; that even rainbows are proof of God. Té V. Smith (via tevsmith)
Black Children Matter
I basically inhaled Toni Morrison’s new novel God Help the Child because it left me breathless. It’s a short novel, but it is so rich in everything: Language, narrative perspectives, themes, settings, characters. The prose is poetic, not as in lovely-beautiful but as in dense with emotional and intellectual heft. Characters and themes are true …
That’s what love is, Georgie. Accidental damage protection. Rainbow Rowell: Landline. 244
Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love. David Levithan, Every Day (via quotethat)
Sometimes, I fall in love with poems. Sometimes I forsake all others, hum soft choruses, hold hands with myself and giggle at the glory of it all. Sometimes we hide under covers, forget to eat anything other than comfort food and visit way too often. Sometimes, I fall in love… Té V. Smith, My Often …
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. F. Scott Fitzgerald
The fact that someone else loves you doesn’t rescue you from the project of loving yourself. Sahaj Kohli (via elauxe)
