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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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? ...
Touched By An Angel
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
and in its train come ecstasies