Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
LANGSTON HUGHESThat 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.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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There’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.
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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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For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.
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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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Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She’ll make you so jealous, you’ll bust!
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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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Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.
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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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But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There’s a song that says, “the time ain’t long.” That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.
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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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The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
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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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Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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