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Sun Quotes by Langston Hughes
- What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
- 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…
- I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done…
- What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up - like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore - And then…
More Sun Quotes
- Grant me the treasure of sublime poverty: permit the distinctive sign of our order to be that it does not possess anything… — Francis of Assisi
- The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin
- You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is… — Sai Baba
- Never respect men merely for their riches, but rather for their philanthropy; we do not value the sun for its height, but… — Gamaliel Bailey
- Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us,… — James A. Baldwin
- The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. — Henry Ward Beecher
- We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving… — Henry Ward Beecher
- The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in… — Joseph Addison
- Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus. — Alexander Graham Bell
- The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that… — Cyrano de Bergerac
- For an Apple is in it self a little Universe; the Seed, hotter than the other parts thereof, is its Sun, which… — Cyrano de Bergerac
- I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the… — Cyrano de Bergerac