Words matter. These are the best Audre Lorde Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.
I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.
Our visions begin with our desires.
Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
Part of the lesbian consciousness is an absolute recognition of the erotic within our lives and, taking that a step further, dealing with the erotic not only in sexual terms.
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.
But the question is a matter of the survival and the teaching. That’s what our work comes down to. No matter where we key into it, it’s the same work, just different pieces of ourselves doing it.
The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.
In other words, I would be giving in to a myth of sameness which I think can destroy us.
I would like to do another piece of fiction dealing with a number of issues: Lesbian parenting, the 1960’s, and interracial relationships in the Lesbian and Gay community.
The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house.
When I dare to be powerful – to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
Art is not living. It is the use of living.
If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other.
Your silence will not protect you.
Black writers, of whatever quality, who step outside the pale of what black writers are supposed to write about, or who black writers are supposed to be, are condemned to silences in black literary circles that are as total and as destructive as any imposed by racism.
When we create out of our experiences, as feminists of color, women of color, we have to develop those structures that will present and circulate our culture.
There are lesbians, God knows… if you came up through lesbian circles in the forties and fifties in New York… who were not feminist and would not call themselves feminists.
There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.
I can’t really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too?
When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
But, on the other hand, I get bored with racism too and recognize that there are still many things to be said about a Black person and a White person loving each other in a racist society.
Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.
Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.
There’s always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself – whether it’s Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. – because that’s the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.
But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.
Black women sharing close ties with each other, politically or emotionally, are not the enemies of Black men.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
It’s a struggle but that’s why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.
The failure of academic feminists to recognize difference as a crucial strength is a failure to reach beyond the first patriarchal lesson. In our world, divide and conquer must become define and empower.
Life is very short and what we have to do must be done in the now.
