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. Langston Hughes More Quotes by Langston Hughes More Quotes From Langston Hughes Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid. Langston Hughes music life death Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling. Langston Hughes let-down life-is sea The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm Langston Hughes rhythm-of-life jazz life-is Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs. Langston Hughes boomerang jokes firsts Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above. Langston Hughes no-love arms I will not take 'but' for an answer. Negroes have been looking at democracy's 'but' too long. Langston Hughes black-history democracy long When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police. Langston Hughes color moon talking 7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love. Langston Hughes amount We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves. Langston Hughes kwanzaa mountain strong Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection. Langston Hughes resurrection country world There is no color line in art. Langston Hughes lines color The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall. Langston Hughes peg two fall Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection. Langston Hughes graveyard resurrection poet Life dosent frighten me at all. Langston Hughes I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa. Langston Hughes black depth night 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. Langston Hughes summer winter giving Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home. Langston Hughes misery radio home 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. Langston Hughes strong brother laughing The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow. Langston Hughes sorrow blood past For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly. Langston Hughes rainbow scene beautiful
