Reach Up Your Hand… and take a star.
LANGSTON HUGHESMy seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
More Langston Hughes Quotes
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I dream a world… where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream, my world!
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If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.
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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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To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer – not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.
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A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.
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There is no color line in art.
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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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Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
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Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
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Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed – Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
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Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
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Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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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.
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