Maya Angelou Quotes
''“To those who are given much, much is expected.” ''
''“Love life. Engage in it. Give it all youve got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.”''
''“Each of us has the right and the responsibility to assess the roads which lie ahead, and those over which we have traveled, and if the future road looms ominous or unpromising, and the roads back uninviting, then we need to gather our resolve and, carrying only the necessary baggage, step off that road into another direction. If the new choice is also unpalatable, without embarrassment, we must be ready to change that as well.” ''Wouldnt Take Nothing for My Journey Now
''“Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.” ''
''“The sisters and brothers that you meet give you the materials which your character uses to build itself. It is said that some people are born great, others achieve it, some have it thrust upon them. In truth, the ways in which your character is built have to do with all three of those. Those around you, those you choose, and those who choose you.” ''
''“If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” ''
''“Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people cant take their eyes off you.” ''I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
''“When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things.” ''
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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.
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
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.
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my ...
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,