And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Maya AngelouOut of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Maya AngelouIt is a no-fail, incontrovertible reality: If you get, give. If you learn, teach. You can't do anything with that except do it.
Maya AngelouA rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but a woman called by a devaluing name will only be weakened by the misnomer.
Maya Angelou