Kiki Devan

“Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.”
― Maya Angelou, A Song Flung Up to Heaven

“I thought about black women and wondered how we got to be the way we were. In our country, white men were always in superior positions; after them came white women, then black men, then black women, who were historically on the bottom stratum.

How did it happen that we could nurse a nation of strangers, be maids to multitudes of people who scorned us, and still walk with some majesty and stand with a degree of pride?”
― Maya Angelou, A Song Flung Up to Heaven

“Couples rarely know how much their togetherness shuts others out, and even if they did, there would be nothing they could do, save make everyone painfully self-conscious.”
― Maya Angelou, A Song Flung Up to Heaven

“Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and skyscrapers and grand ideas are brought down to eye level or below. Great loves and large hates no longer cast such huge shadows or span so broad a distance. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.”
― Maya Angelou, A Song Flung Up to Heaven