Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.
LANGSTON HUGHESFolks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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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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Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.
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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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The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
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Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
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Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
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Words Like Freedom There are words like Freedom Sweet and wonderful to say. On my heartstrings freedom sings All day everyday. There are words like Liberty That almost make me cry. If you had known what I know You would know why.
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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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Humor is laughing at what you haven’t got when you ought to have it.
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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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Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.
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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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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.
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Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
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