Quotes from Georgia Douglas Johnson

I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

I've learned of life this bitter truth Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose, But rather, Build within thy own soul Fortresses!

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

Your world is as big as you make it.