Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
Maya AngelouI am a very religious person, so it is the presence of God, the constant unwavering, unrelenting presence of God which continues to help me to keep a character which I am proud to show.
Maya AngelouIn Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really, absolutely know what whites looked like.
Maya AngelouThose who have something to say accept the fact that that's lonely. One already knows that there will be adversaries.
Maya AngelouWe write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans โ because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. Thatโs why we paint, thatโs why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thinโฆ but who we are internallyโฆ perhaps even spiritually. Thereโs something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
Maya Angelou