Both of them were very good and kind – the one who went to church and the one who didn’t. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.
LANGSTON HUGHESThe only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you’ll finish it.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
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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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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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The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm
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Teach us all to do right, Lord, please, and to get along together with that atom bomb on this earth because I do not want it to fall on me-nor Thee-nor anybody living. Amen!
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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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I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.
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We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
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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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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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Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
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Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.
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Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!
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Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.
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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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