Langston Hughes Quotes


This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.

Beauty for some provides escape who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

Money and art are far apart.

Gather up In the arms of your loveâ??Those who expect No love from above.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.

I tire so of hearing people say Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

I will not take "but" for an answer.

Like a welcome summer rain humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth the air and you.

The calm Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss

An artist must be free to choose what he does certainly but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent professional a continuing writer - not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.

A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs but when they take him out the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.

I am a Negro: Black as the night is black Black like the depths of my Africa.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go if you really want to go.

There's a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Teach us all to do right Lord please and to get along together with that atom bomb on this earth because I do not want it to fall on me-nor Thee-nor anybody living. Amen!

I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve and hate will die unborn. Love and chains are broken.

O let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath But opportunity is real and life is free Equality is in the air we breathe.

Let America be America where equality is in the air we breathe.

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy I didn't write anything.

7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love.

We Negro writers just by being black have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

I dream a world... where wretchedness will hang its head and joy like a pearl attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream my world!

Folks I'm telling you birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Everybody should take each other as they are white black Indians Creole. Then there would be no prejudice nations would get along.

A world I dream where black or white whatever race you be will share the bounties of the earth and every man is free

Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given To others Only heaven.

I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.

When a man starts out to build a world He starts first with himself

Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negro had but few pegs to fall.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous you'll bust!

That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.

So since I'm still here livin' I guess I will live on.I could've died for love--But for livin' I was born.

I went down to the river I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't So I jumped in and sank.

Life is a egg you have to be patient and carefull with it or it will brake

Negroes - Sweet and docile Meek humble and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

Good morning Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

When I were a young man I used to play baseball and steal bases just like Jackie Robinson. If the empire would rule me out I would get mad and hit the empire.

Good evening daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

I asked you baby If you understood- You told me that you didn't But you thought you would.

Though you may hear me holler And you may see me cry--I'll be dogged sweet baby If you gonna see me die.

Believing everything she read In the daily news (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won Not that BOTH Might lose.

Good morning daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? â?¢ â?¢ â?¢ â?¢ You think It's a happy beat?

They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots. They used to beat your head right in public but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

I'm so tired of waiting aren't you for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

Books -where if people suffered they suffered in beautiful language not in monosyllables as we did in Kansas

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted well-meaning bores gather around to help.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair

How still How strangely still The water is today It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

Gather out of star-dust Earth-dust Cloud-dust Storm-dust And splinters of hail One handful of dream-dust Not for sale.

When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty trade unions color color lines and colonies somebody tells the police.

There is no color line in death.

These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored.

Negro blood is sure powerful because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop--you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.

Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you - / Then it will be true.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Democracy will not come Today this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear.

Hard as I try daddy-o I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies Opportunistic convenient evasion.

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.

Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy too.

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed - Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.

When peoples care for you and cry for you they can straighten out your soul.

It were depression too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out also the job.

Oh God of Dust and Rainbows Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams...

The sea is a desert of waves A wilderness of water.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?

What happens to a dream deferred?

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes but I laugh and eat well and grow strong.

I stay cool and dig all jive That's the way I stay alive. My motto as I live and learn is Dig and be dug In return.

Yet the ivory gods And the ebony gods And the gods of diamond-jade Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding Each detail minding Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Your explanation depresses me " I said. "Your nonsense depresses me " said Simple.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Out of love No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

Road's in front o' me Nothin' to do but walk.

Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.

Sometimes I wish the public were equally aware of the men of our race in the cultural fields. You for instance have you ever bought a book by a Negro writer?

...the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it then keep on doing it and finally you'll finish it ....

Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there Winners or losers Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least if trouble comes I will have my own window to shoot from.

To some people Love is given To others Only Heaven.

Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt Like snow.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good in every race and in every country where I have been.

Hang yourself poet in your own words. Otherwise you are dead.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make even if it does not bring them millions gives millions of people happiness.

We build our temples for tomorrow strong as we know how and we stand on top of the mountain free within ourselves.

My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest.

Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Well I like to eat sleep drink and be in love.I like to work read learn and understand life.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

I swear to the Lord I still can't see why Democracy means everybody but me.

Well when Christ comes back this time I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.

The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath America will be!

A picture to be an interesting picture must be more than a picture otherwise it is only a reproduction of an object and not an object of value in itself.

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree.

Both of them were very good and kind - the one who went to church and the one who didn't. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.