"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."
"Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving."
9 likes
Source: Maya Angelou (2015). “The Complete Poetry”, p.18, Random House
About the author