"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."
"Through my grandmother's stories always life moved, moved heroically toward an end. Nobody ever cried in my grandmother's stories. They worked, or schemed, or fought. But no crying. When my grandmother died, I didn't cry, either. Something about my grandmother's stories (without her ever having said so) taught me the uselessness of crying about anything.""
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Source: Langston Hughes (2002). “The Collected Works of Langston Hughes”, p.40, University of Missouri Press
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