Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.
LANGSTON HUGHESWe Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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A dream deferred is a dream denied.
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The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
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Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
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I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank.
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Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
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Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.
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LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.
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Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.
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Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. If I thought thoughts in bed, Them thoughts would bust my head– So I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.
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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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One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.
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The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.
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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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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
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