Maya Angelou quotes about hope

We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.

When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.

In diversity there is beauty and there is strength.

A day away acts as a spring tonic. It can dispel rancor, transform indecision, and renew the spirit.

Life seems to love the liver of it.

The struggle for equality continues unabated, and the woman warrior who is armed with wit and courage will be among the first to celebrate victory.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try to understand each other, we may even become friends.

Good manners and tolerance, which are the highest manifestation of style, can often transform disaster into good fortune.

Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.

It is in the search itself that one finds the ecstasy.

I knew that if God loved me, then I could do wonderful things, I could try great things, learn anything, achieve anything.

For what could stand against me with God, since one person, any person with God, constitutes the majority?

I try to plant peace if I do not want discord; to plant loyalty and honesty if I want to avoid betrayal and lies.

Every person needs to take one day away.

Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.

I find surcease from the entanglement of questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything.

I will step out on the word of God.

Remember, you were looking for a job when you found the one you just lost.

I realize that living well is an art which can be developed.

An assurance that the world owes you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift.

We should pluck up the courage to win, to win back our finer and kinder and healthier selves.

Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.

Oh, Black known and unknown poets, how often have your auctioned pains sustained us? Who will compute the lonely nights made less lonely by your songs, or the empty pots made less tragic by your tales?

I was no longer simply a member of the proud graduating class of 1940; I was a proud member of the wonderful, beautiful Negro race.

hoped for the best, was prepared for the worst, so anything in between didn't come as a surprise.