Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThe forties and fifties were years of high poet-incense; the language-flowers were thickly sweet. Those flowers whined and begged white folks to pick them, to find them lovable. Then the ’60s: Independent fire!
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
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Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.
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It is brave to be involved.
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As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
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No man can give me any word but Wait.
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Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
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Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
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I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
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Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
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One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.
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There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
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Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
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With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
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What, what am I to do with all of this life?
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