I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

— Langston Hughes

The most unexpected Langston Hughes quotes that will inspire your inner self

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.


A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the Earth And every man is free.


I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course.

Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.


An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.


Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it .

.. what you wish in your secret heart were not funny, but it is, and you must laugh. Humor is your own unconscious therapy. Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air, and you.


Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.


Let the rain sing you a lullaby.


Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.


Americans of good-will, the nice decent church people, the well-meaning liberals, the good hearted souls who themselves wouldn't lynch anyone, must begin to realize that they have to be more than passively good-hearted, more than church goingly Christian, and much more than word-of-mouth in the liberalism.


When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.


Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you - / Then, it will be true.


I dream a world... where wretchedness will hang its head and joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind. Of such I dream, my world!


About Langston Hughes

Quotes 181 sayings
Nationality American
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.


I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.


Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.


America never was America to me And yet I swear this oath - America will be!


Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.


We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.


Life for me ain't been no crystal stair


I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.


I wish the rent Was heaven sent.


If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.


Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.


Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!


I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive.

My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.


Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.


I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind.


Teach us all to do right, Lord, please, and to get along together with that atom bomb on this earth because I do not want it to fall on me-nor Thee-nor anybody living. Amen!


I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.


My soul has grown deep like the rivers.


Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.


Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.


Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.


For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.


Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.


Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.


The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.


Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.


Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.


I loved my friendHe went away from meThere's nothing more to sayThe poem ends soft as it began -I loved my friend.


No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.


They [the police] learned something from them Harlem riots.

They used to beat your head right in public, but now they only beat it after they get you down to the station house.


While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve and hate will die unborn. Love and chains are broken.


Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.


When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.


Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole.

Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.


The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm


Politics in any country in the world is dangerous.

For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.


Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.