Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
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.
Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.
Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.
Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.
Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.
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.