It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Zora Neale HurstonRead
Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.
Interpretation
The absence of power or opportunity is frequently mistaken for moral integrity.
In this quote, Zora Neale Hurston suggests that those who lack the means or chances to act may be viewed as virtuous or morally superior, even though their situation may simply stem from a lack of opportunity rather than a conscious choice of virtue. This highlights the complex relationship between power, opportunity, and moral judgment, suggesting that we often misinterpret circumstances as character traits.
In practice
In a discussion about social justice, this quote can emphasize the importance of providing equitable opportunities to all individuals.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloomβ¦It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.
There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.
Lord, stamp eternity on my eyeballs.
For it is not the shape, but their use, that makes them angels.
Liberty has never come from Government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of limitations of governmental power, not the increase of it.
Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.
Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?
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