White Quotes

“Eventually, some black thinkers believe, this "separation" may be the shortest route to an authentic communication at some future date when blacks and whites can enter into encounters in which they truly speak as equals and in which the white man will no longer load every phrase with unconscious suggestions that he has something to "concede" to black men or that he wants to help black men "overcome" their blackness.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“The Seattle Times reported in 2018 that the median net worth of white Seattleites is $456,000. The median net worth of black Seattleites—and here you should probably beep-boop-boop that therapist again—is $23,000. White net worth in my city is twenty times that of black net worth. If you are one of those people who believes that racism is a thing of the past, never existed at all, or is defined simply as one person being mean to another person, you are claiming that white people genuinely earn—through ability alone, because anything else would be a systemic advantage—twenty times as much as black people. White people are twenty times as good at their jobs, twenty times as skilled, twenty times as deserving. If you believe that, you are racist. That is racism. (Congratulations! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but 2019 is a great time for you guys.)”
― Lindy West

“Join my gang, the better whites. It's an open ethnocrypto network, basically we're latinos & mediterraneans and don't trust cash.”
― stained hanes, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“If a guy has a thing for black women - jungle fever.

If a guy has a thing for asian women - yellow fever.

If a guy has a thing for indian women - curry craving.

Is there a term for having a thing for white women? What about latina woman?

For white women: Calcium deficiency? White delight? Snowburn? Mayo madness? Reverse-colonialism? Racism? The other white meat?

Empanada ecstacy? Guacamole grip? Tostones temptation? Arepa amor? Cafe con leche? A taste for churros? Sofrito satisfaction? Cortez' revenge? Catholocism? Arroz con pussy? Chile con culo?”
― stained hanes, 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat

“Dear Duncan, You color with me, but why? Most of the time I’m the same color as the page you are using me on –WHITE. If I didn’t have a black outline, you wouldn’t even know I was THERE! I’m not even used to color SNOW or to fill in empty space between other things. And it leaves me feeling… well… empty. We need to talk. Your empty friend, White Crayon”
― Drew Daywalt, The Day the Crayons Quit

“It is the fight of his life - of our lives - to defend our country and maybe it will show white people that we can also belong to and defend this place. We built it too, after all. It is as much our country to defend as anyone else's.”
― joshunda sanders, Women of the Post

“Life is not always pink as Edith Piaf sings, nor black and dark as the pessimists paint it, but a
rainbow of different colors.”
― Ikrame Selkani, Don't skip my memory

“The most colorful thing in the world is black and white; it contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, The most colorful thing in the world is BLACK and WHITE. It contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.

“Her skin was so pale it looked like fresh snow in the harsh light.

I realised then that the colour of death, of sorrow, was white.

The lack of colour. Of vibrancy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Once again, a single sentence would hold the key. I found it in The Economic Status of Black Women: An Exploratory Investigation, a 1990 staff report of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights: On average married black women contribute 40 percent to household income compared with only 29 percent for white women.°
Simply put, all wives did not contribute to their households in the same way: Black women were likely to earn as much (or more) money as their husbands, while white women were likely to earn much less. This was certainly true in the case of my parents (whose income was more or less equal most years). But the joint tax return system, under which most married couples file their taxes together, offers the greatest benefits to households where one spouse contributes much less than the other to household income. That meant couples like my parents-my hardworking, home-owning, God-fearing parents, who wanted to earn a little bit more to enjoy their lives after raising two daughters-weren't getting those breaks. My parents' tax bill was so high because they were married to each other. Marriage-which many conservatives assure us is the road out of black poverty -is in fact making black couples poorer. And because the IRS does not publish statistics by race, we would never know.
It's long been understood that blacks and whites live in separate and unequal worlds that shape whom we marry, where we buy a home, whom we have as neighbors, and how we build a future for our children. Race affects where we go to college and how we pay for it. Race influences where we work and how much we are paid. What my research showed was that all of this also determines how much we pay in taxes. Taxpayers bring their racial identities to their tax returns. As in so many parts of American life, being black is more likely to hurt and being white is more likely to help.
The implications of this go far beyond the forms you file every April. In the long run, tax policy affects whether and how you'll be able to build wealth. If you're eligible for tax breaks, you either pay less in taxes throughout the year or receive a larger refund in the spring. If, like my parents, you're considered ineligible for a particular tax break, you never see that money. One missed tax break may not sound like much, but those dollars not given to Uncle Sam can be put into your bank account, invested in stocks or property, or used to build home equity through improvements or repairs every year. Think of that money as an annual pay raise – but if you do not get it, you cannot save it. Over time those dollars, or the lack of them, add up to increased or depleted wealth.”
― Dorothy Brown, The Whiteness of Weatlh

“Once again, a single sentence would hold the key. I found it in The Economic Status of Black Women: An Exploratory Investigation, a 1990 staff report of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights: On average married black women contribute 40 percent to household income compared with only 29 percent for white women.°
Simply put, all wives did not contribute to their households in the same way: Black women were likely to earn as much (or more) money as their husbands, while white women were likely to earn much less. This was certainly true in the case of my parents (whose income was more or less equal most years). But the joint tax return system, under which most married couples file their taxes together, offers the greatest benefits to households where one spouse contributes much less than the other to household income. That meant couples like my parents-my hardworking, home-owning, God-fearing parents, who wanted to earn a little bit more to enjoy their lives after raising two daughters-weren't getting those breaks. My parents' tax bill was so high because they were married to each other. Marriage-which many conservatives assure us is the road out of black poverty -is in fact making black couples poorer. And because the IRS does not publish statistics by race, we would never know.
It's long been understood that blacks and whites live in separate and unequal worlds that shape whom we marry, where we buy a home, whom we have as neighbors, and how we build a future for our children. Race affects where we go to college and how we pay for it. Race influences where we work and how much we are paid. What my research showed was that all of this also determines how much we pay in taxes. Taxpayers bring their racial identities to their tax returns. As in so many parts of American life, being black is more likely to hurt and being white is more likely to help.
The implications of this go far beyond the forms you file every April. In the long run, tax policy affects whether and how you'll be able to build wealth. If you're eligible for tax breaks, you either pay less in taxes throughout the year or receive a larger refund in the spring. If, like my parents, you're considered ineligible for a particular tax break, you never see that money. One missed tax break may not sound like much, but those dollars not given to Uncle Sam can be put into your bank account, invested in stocks or property, or used to build home equity through improvements or repairs every year. Think of that money as an annual pay raise – but if you do not get it, you cannot save it. Over time those dollars, or the lack of them, add up to increased or depleted wealth”
― Dorothy A. Brown, The Whiteness of Wealth: How the Tax System Impoverishes Black Americans—And How We Can Fix It

“Dear Duncan, You color with me, but why? Most of the time I’m the same
color as the page you are using me on –WHITE. If I didn’t have a black outline, you wouldn’t even know I was THERE! I’m not even used to color SNOW or to fill in empty space between other things. And it leaves me feeling… well… empty. We need to talk. Your empty friend, White Crayon”
― Drew Daywalt, The Day the Crayons Quit

“Faintly rattled, Delphine rounded a curve in the path and found herself at the edge of clearing, the trees pulling back from a carpet of verdigris grass. They gave up the wildness of the wood here, tamed into symmetrically intertwined branches whose openings revealed more pale paths into the forest. The diffuse light of the forest concentrated here, as though emanating from hidden gas lamps. Delphine toed the boundary of what she now saw was an enormous fairy ring.
A structure of pure white rose from the center of the ring, the beams arching like the bones of a cathedral, the space between filled with delicate filigree of brittle white. Windows like translucent dragonfly wings shone under cornices carved like birds and flowers and trailing vines. A castle, Delphine thought, or a church--- all the same emphasis and gravitas translated here, and something stranger and deeper.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“The room is a hundred shades of white. The enormous desk is the color of sand dollar beer foam with a plush cotton eggshell chair behind it. To its side, a tall shaving cream topped Swiss coffee lamp with a mozzarella sour cream lampshade. Official certificates the color of chalky whitecaps in limestone glacier
frames hang on the frosted beluga whale wall. The wall is covered with rice powder cloud bookcases, full of books the color of moonstone jasmine, opal daffodil, quartz daisy, and polar bear hibiscus. The books are being tended by a man with his back to me, dressed in a milky, baking soda suit in seagull bone shoes, riding a rolling ladder the color of marshmallow tofu glue.”
― GLEN NESBITT, DELETE2

“We walked around the other side of the whitewashed barn structure, where the massive antique doors had been opened and adorned with large wreaths made entirely of baby's breath. Inside, every wooden beam in the ceiling was wrapped in lush greenery and dripping in white wisteria blooms. The floor of the barn was covered in faux moss, and benches carved to look like bent tree branches served as seating for the guests. The benches flanked an aisle covered in white rose petals, and at the end of the aisle was an arch made entirely of white dogwood blooms. It was breathtaking and looked exactly like the wedding scene from the Twilight series.”
― Mary Hollis Huddleston, Piece of Cake: A Novel

“The main rectangular swimming pool ran perpendicular to the house, which you wouldn't know because it was almost completely covered in a cloud of white. I walked closer, stunned at the beautiful lotus and water lily blooms floating beneath my feet. A glass aisle was laid across the center. You felt like you were walking---or sitting--- in a Monet painting. Complementary flowers lined the sides of the aisles, with chairs extending on either side of the now-concealed pool deck. I had no idea what wizardry kept the central flowers from floating freely, but my sister would walk down the aisle above a lush bed of white blossoms.
Beside it, the ornamental gardens had been tented for the reception. Cedric had managed to integrate the existing stone sculptures (French, Greek, and Italian antiques, of course) into the design. Tables dotted the scene, covered in custom cream linens with Italian lace overlays. Cut crystal stemware and antique silverware donned each place setting and would sparkle later that evening from the glow cast down from the crystal chandeliers overhead. And the flowers. The all-white flowers also created a table-runner effect that filled the entire length of each table and spilled over and down the sides.
A backdrop and stage had been erected at the end opposite the house, then covered in a cascade of white peonies and roses and mirrored by florals draped around the doorframes and windows of the back of our house.
It was an enchanted garden, rivaling that of a royal wedding.”
― Mary Hollis Huddleston, Piece of Cake: A Novel

“I took in his face. He was neither White nor Native, something outside the two major circles who moved in that space. He was the first person I was sure had seen me as just a person during that whole trip.”
― Leah Myers, Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity

“From behind his back, he pulled out a single tulip, my favorite flower--- pure white, with the very tip of each petal tinged red. I had never seen a tulip like that, and it nearly took my breath away.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“Not necessarily everything is white and simple inside, because many blacks covered with snow look simple and beautiful.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Black and white is the summer and winter of colors, coinciding.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, The most colorful thing in the world is BLACK and WHITE. It contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.

“He's white and I'm black and I was fightin' him and two-hundred white witnesses can't convince the twelve I'll never see that I didn't kill him.”
― Percival Everett, God's Country

“Bran said, "Why should some of the Riders of the Dark be dressed all in white and the rest all in black?"

"Without colour...." Will said reflectively. "I don't know. Maybe because the Dark can only reach people at extremes--blinded by their own shining ideas, or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.”
― Susan Cooper, Silver on the Tree

“Kindness steps over racial prejudice to see the human being on the other side of colour. Kindness identifies, in each of us, the need to be loved, respected, and validated. And when an act of kindness does that, it no longer matters that I am White, and you are Black. Kindness steps across all hostility; racial, religious, language, etc. It is a powerful weapon that changes communities, one kind act at a time.”
― Basil Sparks, FINDING MY LOST VOICE: By Acting Justly, Loving Kindness and Walking Humbly with God

“Petals the color of butter, primroses and farmhouse Caerphilly. Deep egg yolk and elephant's tusk. Others of piercing marigold, honey and Dutch orange. Trumpets of turmeric, saffron and Sienese alleyways. The narcissi I am planting have petals, coronas and stamens in all the colors of spring. The colors of a child's hand-made Easter card.
The single narcissi are those I cherish most, as much for their scent as their simple, uncluttered form. Many are placed singly in small, chipped terracotta pots. They will sit snugly between larger terracotta pans of Thalia, miniature scented daffodils the color of buttermilk, and Jetfire with its orange trumpet. There will be a deep pot of Paperwhites and the scrunched creamy-orange Erlicheer. I'm digging in Avalanche with its tangerine fairy cups and Chinese Sacred Lily, which I fear I have acquired for its name alone. My plan is for a zinc table of spring yellows in all the colors of milk on its journey to cheese.
Narcissi, their petals and their scent, carry the spirit of Easter. Planting them on a warm afternoon in November is something of an act of hope. The belief that spring will come once again, and that I will be around to enjoy it. If not, then perhaps someone else will.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“At night the space is filled with the scent of daphne, philadelphus and Choisya ternata. Protected by walls and hedges, the leaves still rustle in the breeze, whispering to one another or, perhaps, to me. I fancy this part is occupied by relatives of the kami, the sacred spirits of the Japanese forest, which can take the form of trees, of which the Cornus Gloria Birkett is now the most splendid, its pale bracts like a shimmer of creamy-white butterflies come to rest.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Once established, jasmine grows well in this garden, and there are three, no, four varieties now. A soft yellow, like clotted cream, that hangs loosely from the window boxes, shifting in the breeze. A pink variety, Jasminum stephanense, clambers up the brittle, naked stems of a much older plant, using its relative as a trellis. White stars of Jasminum grandiflorum cover the tendrils that have woven a canopy over the courtyard, a fragrant white parasol whose petals fall like snowflakes each autumn.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“The appearance of the full moon comes with a cast that includes ghosts and werewolves, vampires and fairies, lunatics and late-night revellers, but also this extraordinary light. An incandescence that picks out the white petals of certain garden flowers-- nicotiana, the spikes of actaea and echinops, allium snow globes and the dancing white fairies that are aquilegia. The best of these is probably the appropriately named sea holly, Miss Willmott's Ghost, with its ruff of grey spikes that appear to glow silver in moonlight. The name was given not for this delightful feature, but for the late gardener's habit of secretly distributing its seeds wherever she went.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Why don’t the alphas have to wear white?” she points out loudly, earning a disapproving look from my mother. “Why is it just the omega?”

I scoff lightly. “Alphas aren’t expected to remain chaste, Jess,” I point out. “That’s all on me.”

The nerves churn, a hint of nausea threatening as Jess grumbles. “That’s insane. Fuck the patriarchy!”
― Evelyn Flood, Omega Found

“I was tired of watching immigrants become scapegoats while the real threats to safety were ignored. It always felt like the real threat to safety was never looked at, never examined. I guess white skin and guns weren’t considered to be a suitable combination to villainize.”
― Elizabeth Camarillo Gutierrez, My Side of the River

“I finish dusting the leaves of my jasmine. I love white flowers with distinctive scents. Give me a powerful tuberose or sweet orange blossom any day.”
― L.C. Chu, The Library of Flowers