I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a commitment to life and resilience despite challenges, emphasizing the importance of living fully.
Langston Hughes reflects on the value of life and the strength it takes to choose to live, even amidst the trials of love and loss. He acknowledges that while love can lead to deep pain or even demise, the essence of life itself calls for perseverance and continuation. This sentiment serves as a reminder that life's struggles are part of the human experience and that we must embrace living over succumbing to despair.
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Example use cases
In a motivational speech about overcoming hardships, one might quote Langston Hughes to emphasize the strength found in choosing to continue living.
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I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss
The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it.
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