I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
LANGSTON HUGHESGo home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
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Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
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Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
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Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.
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There’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.
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Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
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I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.
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Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
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A dream deferred is a dream denied.
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Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.
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A picture, to be an interesting picture, must be more than a picture, otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object, and not an object of value in itself.
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Road’s in front o’ me, Nothin’ to do but walk.
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I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
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That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.
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