Life isn't about finding
yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
- George Bernard Shaw
I've learned that people
will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget
how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
I refuse to accept the
view that mankind is so
tragically bound to the
starless midnight of racism
and war that the bright
daybreak of peace and
brotherhood can never
become a reality... I
believe that unarmed
truth and unconditional
love will have the final
word.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Life Still Has A Meaning
If there is a future
there is time for mending
Time to see your troubles
coming to an ending.
Life is never hopeless
however great your sorrow
If you're looking forward
to a new tomorrow.
If there is time for wishing
then there is time for hoping
When through doubt and darkness
you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy
and hurt you may be feeling
If there is time for praying
there is time for healing.
So if through your window
there is a new day breaking
Thank God for the promise,
though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there
is grain enough for gleaning
There is a new tomorrow and
life still has meaning.
- Author Unknown
Education is learning what you
didn't even know you didn't know.
- Daniel J. Boorstin
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out 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 Angelou