Maya Angelou Quotes
''Life loves the liver of it.''Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author. (originally published Jan.-Feb. 1977). The Black Scholar Interviews Maya Angelou, Conversations with Maya Angelou, ed. Jeffrey M. Elliot (1989).
''My life has been one great big joke,Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author. "When I Think About Myself," Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'fore I Diiie (1971).
A dance that's walked
A song that's spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke
When I think about myself.''
''I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.''Maya Angelou (b. 1928), U.S. author. interview; repr. In Conversations with Maya Angelou (1989). "Work in Progress," (first published June 1973).
''“Ive learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ''
''“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
''“What youre supposed to do when you dont like a thing is change it. If you cant change it, change the way you think about it. Dont complain.”― Maya Angelou, Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now
''“When someone shows you who they are believe them; the first time.”
''“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” ''
''“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you cant practice any other virtue consistently.”
''“I dont trust people who dont love themselves and tell me, I love you. ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”''
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...
Million Man March Poem
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.