127 Quotes by Gwendolyn Brooks

Her creamy child kissed by the black maid! square on the mouth! World yelled, world writhed, world turned to light and rolled Into her kitchen, nearly knocked her down.

What mannerisms I present, employ, Are camouflage, and what my mouths remarkTo word-wall off that broadness of the dark Is pitiful, I am not brave at all.

To say yes is to die A lot or a little.

Everybody here is infirm. Everybody here is infirm.

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,Grayed in, and gray.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.

One reason that cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.

We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.