Maya Angelou Quotes
''“To those who are given much, much is expected.” ''
''“Love life. Engage in it. Give it all youve got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.”''
''“Each of us has the right and the responsibility to assess the roads which lie ahead, and those over which we have traveled, and if the future road looms ominous or unpromising, and the roads back uninviting, then we need to gather our resolve and, carrying only the necessary baggage, step off that road into another direction. If the new choice is also unpalatable, without embarrassment, we must be ready to change that as well.” ''Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now
''“Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.” ''
''“The sisters and brothers that you meet give you the materials which your character uses to build itself. It is said that some people are born great, others achieve it, some have it thrust upon them. In truth, the ways in which your character is built have to do with all three of those. Those around you, those you choose, and those who choose you.” ''
''“If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” ''
''“Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people cant take their eyes off you.” ''I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
''“When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things.” ''
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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? ...
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
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.