Darnell Lamont Walker Quotes - Page 2

Who told these people with dreams, goals and ambitions they could take time off?

Summer is leaving silently. Much like a traveler approaching the end of an amazing journey.

They sit there shouting "Don't do it." Someone told them revolution looked like the Cosby Show. A slight tug with a good lesson. Revolution is a tough struggle between what was and what needs to be.

There's an inexplicable joy that exists on a brown child's face and in the way they navigate their world long before they discover they're hated.

The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside.

Death pulls people from our spaces so often and we accept it as our final payment for having been here and having lived, however big or small. We don’t always have time to notice how things have changed in the absence of some of them. But then death pulls away someone we love, and we find that time. In here, we notice everything; growing grass and fingernails, and songs that end in a minor key. We are too sad to do anything else but watch a clock, applying seconds, minutes, and hours to the trauma and the lacerations. Time, the forever healer, they say. We find the time to wonder how everyone else is moving on, around our paralyzed selves. Ourselves unsure of roads and trees and birds and things. It all blurs and words aren’t words anymore. We find the time to attempt to figure a way to rethink everything we thought about this world and why we came to it.

On that search for happiness we did nothing with all those other emotions that made us human.

Children teach us how to chase without overrunning.

You can't fight and claim you want to be free from the oppressor while still holding tight to things the oppressor gave you.

An HBCU that is not inherently revolutionary is irrelevant.

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

Black people are either threats or entertainment.

Watching the summer close is like watching a good kid die for no apparent reason.

the price you pay for opening your eyes is the easy life you can no longer have. but it becomes worth it.

You don't get to turn someone's sanctuary into an unsafe space.

It's okay to not know who you are and what you want. Those with the answers are usually very happy in their own stuck-ness

A Black church that isn't inherently revolutionary is irrelevant.

I wish I didn’t need words to speak to her. They sometimes hold very different meanings for us both.

I have to believe in reincarnation. believing that I'll be in one place forever is a hell in itself.

America. Where property damage is a greater offense than genocide.

Hater" and "hate" are used when no critical thought can be formed. We can definitely do better.

When you look back at that relationship you didn't think you could live without and realize had you stayed in it, you'd be some comfortable loser, sitting on the couch with another comfortable loser, instead of being the dope motherfucker you are today.

We are not sure what we will become, only what we want to and don’t want to. We often become what we never thought we could, then we become fine with that.

adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends.

Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we’d fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a wall beside a random pipe beside the stove where we left palm and dick prints. We fucked like this. Three condoms in an hour and a half and where are you now? Holding the hand of some local dude you wish was a little more international, wishing you had known I was enough and asked me to stay. You are standing in the kitchen waiting for popcorn to pop while he washes dishes, not knowing I’m wishing back for you.

What their scorned, over-fucked mothers never teach them is this: men can be hurt, too.

The meetings and marches and vigils are cool, but if the enemy isn't present, you're just talking slick to a can of oil.

The sun might be God. God might not watch us at night.

I will help build your museumWhen you run out of space to hang your workYou can hang your work in mine

We have to care what someone thinks of us. We are incapable of seeing ourselves [sometimes].

They ran to the museums for paintings. I ran to the roof for sunsets

none of my art is based on how others think i should have done it.

Racism in impenetrable. Staying in America means always fighting. For our own sanity and safety, we must go.

The hate people hold on to for so long is what keeps them from feeling the pain they're most afraid of. deal with it. grow.

But you have to sacrifice yourself for YOURSELF, too.

Seemingly suicidal, it's not. I never wanted to live. I wanted to be happy. Living was always accidental.

The relationship was perfect, but I hated everything about the person I became.

They tell you the story of Job so often to remind you when you lose it all, stay calm. I've always refused it. I hated the story. It made no sense, and then I developed the belief that religion’s only purpose is to keep the poor from murdering the rich. And then I found the most dangerous folks are those who have nothing to lose, and I put it all together.

African-Amendment.

Drugs are the gateway drug

Some days I feel like I will die for them. Some days, with them.

If you’re not seeing God at the climax, it’s not worth doing. Sex is the bridge that connects heaven and earth.

My brain has become my enemy. We fight over creation and his need for sleep.

i've never believed in anything or anybody that needed constant praise.

I hate being a writer. i tend to stick my emotions in things that cannot reciprocate. I've become a whore for my craft.

Holocaust survivors and their descendants are supposed to hate those who oppressed and killed them and their people. Black people are not. This is how anti-blackness works.

Gonna pretend to be a deaf mute who knows no sign one day, meet a woman, and we'll write for the rest of our lives.

And like that, I said goodbye to my grandmother like we were two people who met in a coffee shop, shared a lifetime of stories and left wanting more, but knowing we’d meet there again.

Didn't know where I was going. Didn't care where I ended up. I knew I'd be okay though.

The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop we do.

The right people make you realize fame and fortune is cool, but small moments of pure freedom is better.

She said she wanted to see beautiful things. I took her to where i planted my seeds.

I don't believe in sin. My relationships that failed have failed because I somehow attract devout christians. I don't believe in virtue either. I think people just do shit and it's life.

there are institutions filled with people who talk to god. we've labeled and drugged them.

We have enough proof that, at least my generation does, that patriarchy and matriarchy are gender-less roles.

If you're calling for peace, I am not home.

I am a descendent of a whole bunch of Black folk who couldn't be broken.

The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.

The problem is, there is no geographical cure. No matter where we (Black American Folk) go, we are still too plugged into this place. Our cousins, grandmothers, aunts, nieces will be in this place. And the second we start looking at it as a "them" problem, we become another problem.

as an artist, one of the toughest things to do is getting someone to understand why you think the way you think. And as much as i don't wanna care what they think about my thinking, it comes down to making them understand or watching them leave.