Un American Quotes
There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.
No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky.
Allow the power to flow through you. Don’t try to capture it. You wish only to borrow it.
Let us banish fear. We have been in this mental state for three centuries. I am a radical. I am ready to act, if I can find brave men to help me.
There is reinforcement in such familiar back-formations as Chinee from Chinese, Portugee from Portuguese.
He comments on how amazing it is that everything in the universe can be described by the twenty-six written characters with which they have been working.
My Japanese isn’t much better today, but at least now I appreciate my duality more than when I was a punk kid.
Those of us in the first American generations have had to figure out how the invisible world the emigrants built around our childhoods fits in solid America.
When their voices didn't reach my ears, I rebelled against my own skin too young to realize that without their stories I would starve.
Americans are interesting creatures. They criticize those who speak their language with a slight accent but have no issues with butchering most other languages, my name included.
What gets me about the United States is that it pretends to be honest and therefore has so little room to move toward hope.
When the average American says, “I’m starving, ” it is a prelude to a midnight raid on a well-stocked refrigerator or a sudden trip to the nearest fast food restaurant.
Harry had worked his way through the American Dream and come to the conclusion that is was composed of a good lunch and a deep red wine that could soar.
Three Italians sitting around a kitchen table without food or drink is a sure sign of trouble.
I'll go further and say she was one of the best cooks in the world! The compimentary expression, "This food will make you slap yo' Aint Emma" was apt in her case.
Sentiments that glorify humanity know no racial distinction.
Call up the ever-pure, the effulgent and the ever-radiant character of true humanism in yourself and in others, and no racism shall have the power to thrive in such society even for a few seconds.
It is character that should be the sole measure of judgement in the society of thinking humanity, and nothing short of that would do.
In the biological sense, race does not exist.
I've always regarded it as a test of character to dislike the Kennedys. I don't really respect anyone who falls for Camelot.
But I like my big Afro. I also liked when my hair was longer and relaxed. I’m happy to have choices. They’re mine to make
Yes, well, rein it in, Prom King. British people have been successfully repressing our emotions since before your country was even a thing.
Far from being marginalized, as is presently the case, nineteenth-century freethought was a social movement at the core of our national life.
Truth, justice and the American way. The American way is: truth and justice maybe say hello in the hallway, send each other a Christmas card, but that’s about the extent of their relationship.
There is a falling from the skyThe sacred hoop is brokenBut different hands with different voiceHear the ancient songsAnd soonAll men will seeThat truth and justiceMustPrevail.
The white man will never be alone. Let him be just, and deal kindly with my people. For the dead are not powerless.
How a member of the church—one who had read the Good Lord’s bible—could sit so calmly and watch a man be led to his destruction frightened me.
The American army, ” said the Prince of Candia, “has the sweet, warm smell of a blond woman.”“You’re very kind, ” said Colonel Jack Hamilton.
And I know an eighteenth charm, and that charm is the greatest of all, and that charm I can tell no man, for a secret that no one knows but you is the most powerful secret there can ever be.
She smashes her knuckles into winterAs autumn's wind fades into blackShe is the saint of all the sinners, the one whose fallen through the cracks...(iViva la Gloria!)
If origin defines race, then we are all Africans – we are all black.
No matter how hard I try to forget you, you always come back to my thoughts When you hear me singing I am really crying for you.
She would put her “naïve American optimism” toward making herself indispensable to him, and she’d win him. Because naïve American optimism beat out English cynicism any day.
It's one of those things a person has to do
OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED "POETRY" - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~
HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE
IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.
