To me poverty, mental health, and addictions don't sound like criminal justice problems. They sound to me like a social justice problem.
Jagmeet SinghRead
It's hard to love yourself when you've been told your whole life that there is something wrong with you - when you are called dirty because of your skin color.
Interpretation
Self-love can be challenging when faced with constant negativity and discrimination.
This quote highlights the profound impact that societal and personal criticism can have on an individual's self-esteem and self-worth. When people are conditioned to believe that they are flawed or inferior due to factors such as skin color, cultivating self-love becomes particularly difficult. The emotional weight of such messages can lead to deep-seated insecurities and hinder one's ability to embrace their true self.
In practice
During a motivational speech aimed at youth empowerment.
To me poverty, mental health, and addictions don't sound like criminal justice problems. They sound to me like a social justice problem.
If someone is being misogynistic, you have to name it. It's not convenient to talk about discrimination, but if you don't do it, you allow it to exist. So you have to name it.
Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
My wife comes with me on all the movies, but she is not an appendage to a film star or anything like that. She is a completely intertwined partner. She is the other half of me. Also, we're still very much in love with each other. We always have been, we always will be.
His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
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