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.
LANGSTON HUGHESLooks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you– But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
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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There is no color line in art.
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Life dosent frighten me at all.
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When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.
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I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
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Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.
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I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.
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Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
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Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
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When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
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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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The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss.
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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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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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I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
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