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Maya Angelou quotes about love

27 quotations, each verified against its source and credited to the work it comes from — the wording as Maya Angelou wrote or said it, not as the internet passes it around. Drawn from the 214 in the full collection. Page 1 of 2.

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Let me leave first, baby. I hate to see the back of someone I love.
Vivian Baxter (dialogue) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 1
I love you, Mom. Maybe now you'll have a chance to grow up.
Guy (dialogue) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 20
We, the most hated, must take hate into our hands and by the miracle of love, turn loathing into love.
Maya Angelou (narration) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 4
My son could rely on my love, but never expect our lives to be unchanging.
Maya Angelou (narration) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 9
I still admired and appreciated him. I even loved him, I simply was not in love with him.
Maya Angelou (narration) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 17
It'll be O.K., Mom. Don't cry. I love you, Mom. Lots of people love you.
Guy (dialogue) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 19
Indifference became the mattress we lay on, so our sexual sharings disintegrated into unsatisfying periods of hasty and uncomfortable rubbings.
Maya Angelou (narration) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 19
He respects you. And maybe for an African, that's better than love.
Guy (dialogue) · Maya Angelou, The Heart of a Woman (1981), Chapter 9
Nostalgia is not my forté
Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise (1978), “Just for a Time”
I was your sister.
Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise (1978), “Kin”
Now I’m where I belong.
Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise (1978), “Where We Belong, A Duet”
Hate often is confused.
Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise (1978), “A Kind of Love, Some Say”
Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Letter to My Daughter
All great artists draw from the same resource: the human heart, which tells us all that we are more alike than we are unalike.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Celia Cruz
I gave birth to one child, a son, but I have thousands of daughters.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Letter to My Daughter
I learned to love my son without wanting to possess him and I learned how to teach him to teach himself.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Revelations
That day, I learned that I could be a giver by simply bringing a smile to another person.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Philanthropy
I commend lovers, I am en-heartened by lovers, I am encouraged by their courage and inspired by their passion.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Salute to Older Lovers
The ensuing years have taught me that a kind word, a vote of support is a charitable gift.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Philanthropy
If you can force one smile on your face for strangers, do it for me.
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (2008), Philanthropy
When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993), The Sweetness of Charity
I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993), The Sweetness of Charity
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993), Jealousy
Living life as art requires a readiness to forgive.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993), Living Well. Living Good.
The giver is as enriched as is the recipient.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993), The Sweetness of Charity

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