Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
Maya Angelouwas an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, several books of poetry, and was credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees. Angelou is best known for her series of seven autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, tells of her...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth4 April 1928
CitySt. Louis, MO
CountryUnited States of America
Joy is a freedom. It helps a person to find his/her own liberation. The person who is joyous takes responsibility for the time he/she takes up and the space that he/she occupies. You share it! Some of you have it ... you share it! That is what joy is! When you continue to give it away you will still have so much more of it.
Inscribed on the temple of Apollo
I write because I am a Black woman, listening attentively to her people.
The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.
We do the best we can with what we know, and when we know better, we do better.
You might encounter defeats but you must never be defeated... Love a lot. Laugh a lot at the silliest things and be very serious... love life.
People don't always remember what you say or even what you do, but they always remember how you make them feel.
At 50, I began to know who I was. It was like waking up to myself.
Life is a glorious banquet, a limitless and delicious buffet.
Each of us has the power and responsibility to become a rainbow in the clouds.
We need language to tell us who we are, how we feel, what we're capable of- to explain the pains and glory of our existence.
If you do not like anything, alter it. If you can not change it, adjust your mindset. Will not complain.
Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you're the funniest person you've ever heard of.
Tragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.