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"Take a giant drink of natures endless stream let it spout from your mouth in words so serene."
"Creatures, I give you yourselves," said the strong, happy voice of Aslan. "I give to you forever this land of Narnia. I give you the woods, the fruits, the rivers. I give you the stars and I give you myself. The Dumb Beasts whom I have not chosen are yours also. Treat them gently and cherish them but do not go back to their ways lest you cease to be Talking Beasts. For out of them you were taken and into them you can return. Do not so."
"He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods, the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted."
"A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with."
"If men could fit water into their pockets, the ocean would be empty."
"Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!"
"Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me."
"There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me."
"Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars."
Explore more quotes by Toni Morrison
"Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I'll tell you where. From that little hog's gut that hangs between your legs. Well, let me tell you something... you will need more than that. I don't know where you will get it or who will give it to you, but mark my words, you will need more than that.... You are a sad, pitiful, stupid, selfish, hateful man. I hope your little hog's gut stands you in good stead, and you take good care of it, because you don't have anything else."
"In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous."
"Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down."
"In becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it's nothing else but color."
"Those white things have taken all I had or dreamed," she said, "and broke my heartstrings too. There is no bad luck in the world but whitefolks."
"Naturally all of them had a sad story: too much notice, not enough, or the worst kind. Some tale about dragon daddies and false-hearted men, or mean mamas and friends who did them wrong. Each story has a monster in it who made them tough instead of brave, so they open their legs rather than their hearts where that folded child is tucked."
"They hooted and laughed all the way back to the car, teasing Milkman, egging him on to tell more about how scared he was. And he told them. Laughing too, hard, loud, and long. Really laughing, and he found himself exhilarated by simply walking the earth. Walking it like he belonged on it; like his legs were stalks, tree trunks, a part of his body that extended down down down into the rock and soil, and were comfortable there--on the earth and on the place where he walked. And he did not limp."
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