This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.
LANGSTON HUGHESSummer 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.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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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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Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
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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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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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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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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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Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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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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Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
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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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Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
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The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm
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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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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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Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
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