There is always something left to love. And if you ain’t learned that, you ain’t learned nothing.

-A Raisin In the Sun
Act Three

---

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

-Langston Hughes



Back to Quotes