#lack

Going to church will not get you the black man you seek and it never will. Page 98 ↗

— Deborrah Cooper

#black-man #single #men

If you are always saying I'll do it to tomorrow, than your tomorrow will than turn into another day and so on, and so, etc. etc. ↗

— Victoria Addino

#lazyness #procrastination #motivational

I didn't have a motive. I didn't to it. You did. What are you writing?" "Motive - Don't know." "What do you mean Don't know? I tell you I hadn't got one. Put None." "You must have one. If you kill people without one, you're mad. ↗

— Pamela Branch

#motives #motivational

A song she heard Of cold that gathers Like winter's tongue Among the shadows It rose like blackness In the sky That on volcano's Vomit rise A Stone of ruin From burn to chill Like black moonrise Her voice fell still... ↗

— Robert Fanney

#elf #elves #fantasy #luthiel #magic

Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that. ↗

— Jason Jack Miller

#appalachian-fiction #deal-with-the-devil #jason-jack-miller #murder-ballads-and-whiskey #supernatural

The Black female is assaulted in her tender years by all those common forces of nature at the same time she is caught in the tripartite crossfire of masculine prejudice, white illogical hate and Black lack of power. The fact that the adult American Negro female emerges a formidable character is often met with amazement, distaste and even belligerence. It is seldom accepted as an inevitable outcome of the struggle won by survivors and deserves respect if not enthusiastic admiration. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#feminism #i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings #masculity #maya-angelou #racism

You can't kill an American Citizen without benefit of a trial." "I can if you're on the list, traitor." "LIST? What list? What the hell are you talking about?" BLACK LIST, July 24 ↗

— Brad Thor

#black-list #brad-thor #fiction #thriller

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it. ↗

— Lindsay J. Pryor

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #pnr #urban-fantasy #vampire

He took the sacramental chalice, and stretching forth his bare arm, cried in a loud voice, 'Come ye viewless ministers of this dread hour! come from the fenny lake, the hanging rock, and the midnight cave! The moon is red - the stars are out - the sky is burning - and all nature stands aghast at what we do!' Then replacing the sacred vessel on the altar, he drew, one by one, from different parts of his body, from his knotted hair, from his bosom, from beneath his nails, the unholy things which he cast into it. 'This,' said he, 'I plucked from the beak of a raven feeding on a murderer's brains! This is the mad dog's foam! These the spurgings of a dead man's eyes, gathered since the rising of the evening star! This is a screech-owl's egg! This a single drop of black blood, squeezed from the heart of a sweltered toad! This, an adder's tongue! And here, ten grains of the gray moss that grew upon a skull which had lain in the charnel-house three hundred years! What! Not yet?' And his eyes seemed like balls of fire as he cast them upwards. 'Not yet? I call ye once! I call ye twice! Dare ye deny me! Nay, then, as I call ye thrice, I'll wound mine arm, and as it drops, I'll breathe a spell shall cleave the ground and drag you here!' ("The Forsaken Of God") ↗

— William Mudford

#black-magick #incantation #magick #satanism #spell

I think I'd convinced myself that all long-term relationships end up that way; I really thought I had no right to expect more. ↗

— Catherine Sanderson

#settling-for-second-best #relationship