Emma VanDelinder

“The shades of the prison house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the stone, or steadily, half hopelessly, watch the streak of blue above.”
― W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

“Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One feels his two-ness, — an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.”
― W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

“Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons