1,044 Quotes About Africa

If it is given the opportunity, Africa will crack your heart open and make space for something different, a wild and unbelievably magical experience.

Hard times' is a phrase the English love to use, when speaking of Africa. And it is easy to forget that Africa's 'hard times' were made harder by them.

His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.

Truth said, “I am your brother.”Understanding said, “I am your sister.”Knowledge said, “I am your father.”Wisdom said, “I am your mother.”Shallowness said, “I am your rival.”Ignorance said, “I am your enemy.”Literacy said, “I am your adversary.”Stupidity said, “I am your nemesis.

Your mind is a paintbrush,your imagination is a canvass,and your thoughts are your masterpiece.Your heart is a paintbrush,your desires are a canvass,and your actions are your masterpiece.Your soul is a paintbrush,your world is a canvass,and your life is your masterpiece.

Dawn raced like fire across the savanna.

No body wishes more than I do to see such proofs as you exhibit, that nature has given to our black brethren, talents equal to those of the other colors of men, and that the appearance of a want of them is owing merely to the degraded condition of their existence, both in Africa & America.

There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.

One morning, as he sat at his desk, he heard the sound of a horse's hooves on the path outside his house. He stepped out on to the verandah. There, on a tall grey horse, sat Morgane. 'I've come to have my picture painted,' she said. She took off her hat and her long black hair cascaded below her shoulders. 'You said you would,' she added, before dismounting. She wore a pair of moleskin jodhpurs and a white shirt, open at the neck. Her skin was radiant from the African sun.