Top 231 Blackness Quotes & Sayings

You can't just say in one sentence what is blackness or what is black culture or what makes you who you are.

I'm not a representative of blackness, and I'm not a healer.

Since I got to this country when I was 12, I've been obsessed with this idea of whiteness and blackness because I realized I was neither. For me, it was so important to me to make a film that focused on whiteness because you wouldn't have blackness if you didn't have whiteness.

If you suffocate my blackness, you've got to realize that's supremacy.

I am lucky. I did not choose this life. It chose me. It's strange like that; not picking my path, but rather easing into the water and letting it carry me where it will. Yes, there will be nights where I feel like my destiny is at my fingertips and there will be nights I wish the lights were off and I could just make these sounds in the dark. Still, I will always be there, wherever there might be, staring into blackness hoping the blackness stares back at me.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

We're not monolithic. What is blackness? To me, how do you define that?

Being a black artist, the first thing people want to talk about is your blackness, the importance of your blackness, and your black presence.

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

Whereas your blackness, ethnicity, homosexuality is something that might be genetic, I can't touch that, and I have no right.

If you have money and you have fame, but you don't have any confidence in your blackness, then it's all for nothing.

Being a black artist, the first thing people want to talk about is your blackness, the importance of your blackness and your black presence.

This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.

My Blackness, my queerness, my gayness, my inability to shut the hell up - these are all things that have really worked for me.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

Blackness has always been stigmatised, even amongst black people who flee from the density of that blackness. Some black people recoil from black people who are that dark because it has always been stigmatised.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand and lie about who you actually are.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.

The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.

Blackness remains the coat you can't take off.

I embrace my blackness, just as I do my conservatism and my Christianity, but I don't want to be defined or pigeonholed by any one of the many elements that make up my character.

Im not really about blackness, per se, but about blackness and whiteness, and what they mean and how they interact with one another and what power is all about.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

Blackness, any sort of difference, is not a burden. Relegating blackness or other sorts of difference to serious books that explicitly engage with issues creates a context in which it can seem like one.

The blackness of space was a big shock to me. It is a deep, three-dimensional, oily blackness. You can feel the distance.

I want my portraits to create a space where blackness can breathe.

The President of the United States, if you remove his blackness, then just ask the question, is he a good President or is he a bad President for the United States? Just remove the blackness and make that decision.

Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

As you keep pulling back the layers of how deeply rooted anti-blackness and white supremacy are in this country, it is exhausting, and it is traumatizing.

Every light has a point where it is brightest and a point toward which it wanders to lose itself completely. It must be intercepted to fulfill its mission; it cannot function in a void. Light can go straight, penetrate and turn back, be reflected and deflected, gathered and spread, bent as by a soap bubble, made to sparkle and be blocked. Where it is no more is blackness, and where it begins is the core of its brightness. The journey of rays from that central core to the outposts of blackness is the adventure and drama of light.

The blackness of darkness, forever.

Blackness better defines who I am philosophically and socially than whiteness does.

Blackness is not a monolith. We are not homogenous people; we are not all the same.

There's a little blackness inside all of us.

I always feel like I'm warring with my womanhood and wanting the world to be better, and with my blackness - which is the opposite of whiteness.

I celebrate my blackness. I love the artistic vibrancy of the culture I was born to.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

I understand blackness from the inside out. What my goal is, is to allow the world to see the humanity that I know personally to be the truth.

I never had a moment of realization about my blackness - I just was. Blackness was a central thread of my experience as a child and as an adolescent, as it is now that I'm an adult.

Being conscious of Global Blackness is knowing that we are not an island of our struggle but a nation of our triumphs. That's blackness to me.

I am not renouncing my blackness and going on about my day. I am rejecting the legitimacy of the entire racial construct in which blackness functions as one orienting pole.

We have to understand and explain to each other what blackness is.

I feel like I have a very typical west African physique, and that is part of my blackness!

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

It is only against the pitch blackness of the night that we see the glory of the stars. And it is only against the pitch blackness of man's radical depravity that we can begin to see the glories of the gospel.

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand there and lie about who you actually are. That's the trap.

We're not troubled at all, but I think...Well, we're Scandinavians! We're Vikings and we have a lot of blackness in our souls.

So often, blackness is seen in a negative light.

I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

My experiences at Princeton have made me far more aware of my 'blackness' than ever before.

My paintings are very much about the consumption and production of blackness. And how blackness is marketed to the world.

When I started, I was aware of using the black as a rhetorical device. It's understanding that black people come in a wide range of colors, but you find instances in a lot of black literature in which the blackness is used as a metaphor. In some places, you can find an extreme blackness used as a descriptive.

Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.

It was a texture. The blackness was so intense.

You took a pretty picture and you smashed it into bits, sank me into blackness and you sealed it with a kiss.