Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.
LANGSTON HUGHESI stay cool, and dig all jive, That’s the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
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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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If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who’s coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.
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Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
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If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.
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We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.
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I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.
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Out of love, No regrets– Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets– Though the return Be never.
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To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer – not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.
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My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.
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Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
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Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
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For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything.
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