#maya

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have. ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#heartbreak #lover-mine #maya #heartbreak

I had to wonder what sadistic pleasure and entertainment human suffering must provide to the divine game players who decided the fate of their pawns in a board game they made of life. ↗

— Clyde Dsouza

#life-lessons #life-philosophy #memories-with-maya #suffering-of-humanity #transhumanism

Got your text,” he said when I climbed out. “How much did it hurt?” “Not at all,” I said. “Apparently, I can’t get a tattoo because I’m a witch.” “I could have told them-” He stopped. “Oh, you said witch.” “Ha-ha. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#maya #witches

No amount of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I trust you’ makes it true when it isn’t. ↗

— Maya Banks

#i-love-you #maya-banks #trust #love

Maya Angelou entered our lives at Virago in 1984, when we first published I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. "Entered our lives" is too tame. She danced, sang, and laughed her way straight into our hearts. She brought us a best-seller, but more than that, she brought us a reminder that the human need for dignity and recognition is a gift easily given to one another, but also frighteningly easy to withhold. ↗

— Lennie Goodings

#maya-angelou #poetry #spiritual #sprint #inspirational

I love you. I'm not sure if it's the way you want me to. I think it might be. But I know that I love you. I absolutely love you. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#maya-delaney #thought-s-on-love #love

Significant personal growth starts with the honest admittance of one's ignorance." - A Time of Change ↗

— Paul Greene

#evolution #intelligent-design #maya #religion #change

The great thing about being the son of Maya Angelou is that I had the good fortune to grow up around some of the greatest black artists, dancers, singers, musicians, and actors of our time. ↗

— Guy Johnson

#angelou #around #artists #being #black

You have more power, more control than you could possibly imagine. My heart is in your hands. That's not bullshit. I'm not saying stuff I think you want to hear in order to manipulate you. I can't be any more honest than this. I'm yours, baby. I'm putting it out there. My heart, my soul, it all belongs to you. ↗

— Maya Banks

#imagination

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#maya-angelou #poetry #death