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. LANGSTON HUGHES BlackEyesHideJustice
Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going. LANGSTON HUGHES Hard TimeInspirationalMotivationalPeople
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow. LANGSTON HUGHES BloodPastSorrowTomorrowTrue
I swear to the Lord, I still can’t see, why Democracy means, everybody but me. LANGSTON HUGHES DemocracyGodGovernmentMyselfSee
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying. LANGSTON HUGHES BeautifulDeathEscapeHappiness
It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been. LANGSTON HUGHES CountryGoodnessMyselfPeopleRace
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. LANGSTON HUGHES DrinkEatLearningLifeReadingSleepUnderstandWork
I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? LANGSTON HUGHES BeautifulGoodnessKindMyselfWaitWorld
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. LANGSTON HUGHES BirdBreakDeathDeepDreamsFastFlyHoldLifeWings
When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police. LANGSTON HUGHES BeginningColorMoonPoemPoliceStopTalk
When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself LANGSTON HUGHES BuildHimselfInspirationalManStartWorld
Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better. LANGSTON HUGHES AlcoholBetterInstagram CaptionsMyselfNaturally
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything. LANGSTON HUGHES BestFeelingHappinessMyselfPoemWorstWriting
The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall. LANGSTON HUGHES AlcoholDepressionFall
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! LANGSTON HUGHES DreamsHeadKindManMyselfWorld
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line. LANGSTON HUGHES BeginningBlackLiveOppressionOurselvesPoetWriting
Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home. LANGSTON HUGHES HomeLiveMiseryRadioThinkingYourself
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul. LANGSTON HUGHES CareCryPeopleSoulYourself
Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead. LANGSTON HUGHES DeathPoetWordYourself
Out of love, No regrets– Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets– Though the return Be never. LANGSTON HUGHES ForeverGoodnessLoveRegretReturnWasted
Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding. LANGSTON HUGHES DetailHappinessPleasureSearchSeek
I stay cool, and dig all jive, That’s the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return. LANGSTON HUGHES AliveLearningMyselfReturnStay
