Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Maya Angelou Quotes

  • ''“A woman who is convinced that she deserves to accept only the best challenges herself to give the best. Then she is living phenomenally.” ''
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  • ''“There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.” ''
  • ''“Success is loving life and daring to live it.” ''
  • ''“If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities.” ''
  • ''“Anything that works against you can also work for you once you understand the Principle of Reverse.” ''
    I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
  • ''“Living well is an art that can be developed: a love of life and ability to take great pleasure from small offerings and assurance that the world owes you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift. ” ''
    Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now
  • ''“Whining is not only graceless, but can be dangerous. It can alert a brute that a victim is in the neighborhood.” ''
  • ''“We spend precious hours fearing the inevitable. It would be wise to use that time adoring our families, cherishing our friends and living our lives.” ''
  • ''“My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.” ''
  • ''“Ive learned that I still have a lot to learn.” ''

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Best Poem of Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

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.
I say,
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
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

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.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...

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The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

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