How Can Maya Angelou Quotes Be Used In Speeches?

"I threw away my future for a man who only wanted me in his bed. I won't make that mistake twice." Maya thought staying in Manhattan with Devon was the start of her happily-ever-after. She was ready to build a life, a home, and a family with him. But when she discovered he only viewed her as a convenient fling with no intentions of ever committing, she chose her pride over his love and disappeared into the night. Five years later, Maya is completely unbothered, living her best life in the Philippines. She’s built her walls so high that no man can ever hurt her again—especially not him. Enter Devon. He thought he could go back to his old life after she left. He was wrong. Five years of pure torture proved that losing Maya was the biggest mistake of his life. Now, he’s in the Philippines, desperate to win back the woman who now looks at him with pure disdain. She’s meaner. She’s colder. And she hates his guts. To win her back, Devon will have to lay down his pride, his money, and his own career. Because he finally learned what it truly costs To Be in Love with Maya.

I have a severe case of logorrhea. Only speaking makes me feel alive. My classmates all call me a freak, but Marvin Britt is the only one willing to listen to me. One day, I bring some homemade soup over to see him, only to catch him holding his junior's hand. "Lexie, your voice is so lovely, unlike my wife at home. She sounds like a squawking duck. It's exhausting." My hands shake so violently that I drop the thermal flask. The commotion angers a nearby madman, who forces a bottle of boiling water down my throat. With my mouth full of blood and blisters, I realize I need proof. I send Marvin—a lawyer—a frantic voice note to accompany me to the police station for evidence. Marvin shoots back a single word—"Noted". Of course. He doesn't even listen to it, as usual. He used to reply to everything I said with voice notes at least a minute long. But we hit the seven-year itch, and he's sick of my endless talking. Leaving the hospital, I stare at my diagnosis of permanent mutism and laugh bitterly. He must be thrilled. His world is finally quiet.

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."

This is a story of Sister Amina whose past was kept hidden in the eyes of the religious community except her director, Sister Avery who welcomed her in the convent when Amina narrated everything to her. While Amina told her past life, eavesdropped, one who listened to their conversation spread it to a close sister and told that she did not deserve to be in the convent because of Amina's gruesome past. Truth can be best told in the most convincing story yet tainted by lies. How will justice be served if lies look truthful than truth itself?

I'll bear your pains, you simply bear with me... “Shusshhhhhh, it's okay, everything’s gonna be okay Maya, just relax, I am not here to harm you, I’m here to protect you, trust me, just this once, trust me baby, I’ll sort all this for you.” His magical voice caressed her soul and she began sobbing more like she wanted to empty her sorrows into him. “I... I am not a s*ut, I...I am not a p*rn star, I just wanted to work... I...,” she continued sobbing. Maya and Tazz Jindal are in love, but like all others who are truly in love, they have to pass the litmus test before their love can reach its pinnacle of success. After her sister met with a tragic end at the hands of merciless murderers because of her impending marriage, Maya was shattered and was left with no other option but to do what she did… Hurt the love of her life, Tazz Jindal, that left Tazz completely broken, shattered, humiliated, and emotionally disturbed. After getting treated for depression, Tazz finally makes a comeback, with an intention to find and avenge his humiliation caused by Maya. They meet, they play the game of hate and love, finally when all is sorted and Maya eventually lets go of her fear and decides to spend the rest of her life with Tazz, she comes face to face with another ugly truth that fate unfolds before her, and once again, the reason is Tazz Jindal. She is shocked when she realizes that Tazz had played a dirty game with her to avenge her, what Tazz was not aware of was the fact that the ace of the card was still Maya’s sleeve - their daughter Jia Amidst hatred, revenge, family, and love, will they be able to unite as one?

From the day I was born, Mom never treated me like her daughter. I was Catherine Baldwin's older sister, the example Mom used to keep her in line. When Catherine stole ten dollars from Mom's purse to buy stickers, Mom made me stand facing the living room wall all afternoon. Then she pointed at me and told Catherine, "Look at Allison. For every dollar you steal, she stands there for an hour. You do the math." When Catherine refused to eat her vegetables, Mom stopped giving me breakfast for three days. I got so hungry that I snuck into the kitchen and ate cold leftovers straight from the fridge. When Mom caught me, she didn't yell. She simply turned to Catherine and said, "See how hungry Allison is? Keep being picky, and you'll be the one who goes without food next time." When Catherine started dating in middle school, and a teacher caught her passing notes to a boy in class, Mom sent me to the school in her place. She made me stand in the main office and read Catherine's written apology aloud in front of the teachers. Halfway through, my voice gave out. Mom snatched the paper from my hands and finished reading it herself, slowly and clearly, making sure everyone heard every word. Afterward, she pulled me into the hallway and said, "Catherine has a reputation to protect. I couldn't let her be humiliated in front of her teachers. You're her sister. It's your job to take the fall for her." I was 15, and Catherine was 13. By then, I had already been punished for her, gone hungry for her, and humiliated myself for her. It took me years to realize that was only the beginning. The worst was yet to come.