Quotes from Maya Angelou
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
- Maya Angelou
Few, if any, survive their teens.
- Maya Angelou
Late October Carefully the leaves of autumn sprinkle down the tinny sound of little dyings and skies sated of ruddy sunsets of roseate dawns roil ceaselessly in cobweb greys and turn to black for comfort. Only lovers see the fall a signal end to endings a gruffish gesture alerting those who will not be alarmed that we begin to stop in order to begin again.
- Maya Angelou
Our Father, thank you for letting me see this New Day. Thank you that you didn't allow the bed I lay on last night to be my cooling board, nor my blanket my winding sheet. Guide my feet this day along the straight and narrow, and help me to put a bridle on my tongue. Bless this house, and everybody in it. Thank you, in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, Amen.
- Maya Angelou
The honorary duty of a human being is to love.
- Maya Angelou
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
- Maya Angelou
Hanging softly over the black Singer sewing machine, it looked like magic, and when people saw me wearing it they were going to run up to me and say, Marguerite, forgive us, please, we didn't know who you were, and I would answer generously, No, you couldn't have known. Of course I forgive you.
- Maya Angelou
In order to avoid this bitter end, we would all have to be born again, and born with the knowledge of alternatives. Even then?
- Maya Angelou
Look beyond your tasseled caps And you will see injustice. At the end of your fingertips You will find cruelties, Irrational hate, bedrock sorrow And terrifying loneliness. There is your work.
- Maya Angelou
Stand up straight and realize who you are, that you tower over your circumstances. You are a child of God. Stand up straight.
- Maya Angelou
If the pretties were expected to make the supreme sacrifice in order to 'belong,' what could the unattractive female do?
- Maya Angelou
The trouble for the thief is not how to steal the chief's bugle, but where to blow it
- Maya Angelou