I Have a Dream Speech Quotes by MLK

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low.

I have a dream that one day the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, blacks and whites will join hands and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

I Have a Dream Speech Quotes by MLK part 2

We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, ‘When will you be satisfied?’

We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.

I have a dream that one day in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification’, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

We are confronted by the fierce urgency of now.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating ‘for whites only’.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, ‘My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.’

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, ‘When will you be satisfied?’ We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating ‘for whites only’.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification,’ one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low.

I have a dream that one day the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, blacks and whites will join hands and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, ‘When will you be satisfied?’

We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.

I have a dream that one day in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification’, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

We are confronted by the fierce urgency of now.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating ‘for whites only’.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, ‘My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.’

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, ‘When will you be satisfied?’ We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating ‘for whites only’.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of ‘interposition’ and ‘nullification,’ one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.