Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Quotes

  • ''“When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.” ''
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  • ''“The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.” ''
  • ''“A Woman in harmony with her spirit
    is like a river flowing.
    She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination
    prepared to be herself
    and only herself ” ''
  • ''“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.” ''
  • ''“You cant use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
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  • ''“Ive learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life.” ''
  • ''“Ive learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.” ''
  • ''“To those who have given up on love: I say, "Trust life a little bit.” ''
  • ''“I believe that the most important single thing, beyond discipline and creativity is daring to dare.” ''
  • ''“All great achievements require time.” ''

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Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? ...

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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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