Toni Cade Bambara Quotes

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

A loss is something tough.

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

Everyone is dealing with something. This is life; this is not just a piece of cake.

The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it; that he who is weak must suffer; that he who demands love will be disappointed; that he who is greedy will not be fed; that he who seeks peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die.

When men struggle for the single life God has given them ... even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

Suffering brings experience.

There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.

I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

I survived, but it's not a happy ending.

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

The only way to get to Heaven is to go through Hell.

Though all afflictions are evils in themselves, yet they are good for us, because they discover to us our disease and tend to our cure.

Nothing is more humbling than getting your ass kicked.

Wisdom is not found with those who dwell at their ease; rather nature, when she adds brain, adds difficulty.

The rice grain suffers under the blow of the pestle. But admire its whiteness once the order is over. So it is with men and the world we live in. To be a man one must suffer the blows of misfortune.

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?