Life dosent frighten me at all.
LANGSTON HUGHESWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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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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An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
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Humor is laughing at what you haven’t got when you ought to have it.
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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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A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.
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There is no color line in art.
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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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Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
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Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.
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It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.
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I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.
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Road’s in front o’ me, Nothin’ to do but walk.
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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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Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
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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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