Over the generations black leaders have ranged from noble souls to shameless charlatans.
I read a lot of W.E.B. Du Bois who wrote 'The Souls of Black Folk.'
When the soul through its own fault... becomes rooted in a pool of pitch-black evil smelling water it produces nothing but misery and filth.
I used to go to soul nights because I loved dancing and so did my friends and we loved the music. We used to go listen to black American soul.
When I sing I don't want them to see that my face is black. I don't want them to see that my face is white. I want them to see my soul. And that is colorless.
The history of progress is written in the blood of men and women who have dared to espouse an unpopular cause as for instance the black man's right to his body or woman's right to her soul.
My mom God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont W.Va. and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip and I was Little Skip.
The U.S. prosecution service is eating at the soul of the American republic. It is an absolute danger to everyone.
There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which is within the souls of men.
your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you
Some of my influences are black gospel artists so I definitely want to do a soul-gospel type thing.
Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast or a sin that my soul more abhors than that black and detestable one ingratitude.
Look deep into the pupil stare into the black you'll be able to see the soul what is it doingLaughing? Dancing? Crying? Screaming?
Dancing in the dark. Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate It'll take your God filled soul. Fill it with devils.
I would rather that we all should go to eternal chaos to black and starless night than that just one soul should suffer eternal agony.
A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark which is why you see such a cloudy sky.
Her young soul felt cut up like a fifty-year-old like a squirrel that appeared content but carried scars from the vestige of time in its black and gray grooves.