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The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.

Zora Neale Hurston

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
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Death Fear Herself Understand
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
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Feeling Grief Herself
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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Purpose Search
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
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Deep Philosophy
Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
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Different Love Philosophy Sea
Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
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Children Herself Opportunity
I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.
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Illusion Myself Reality Search Walk
Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches
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Enjoyment Greatness Herself Life Suffering Tree
Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
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Hurt Revenge World
I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
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Mindset Myself
She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.
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Book Herself Reading
So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
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Herself Moon Rise
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
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Human Yourself
She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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Herself People See
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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God Person
And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.
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Black Death Easy Myself

The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.

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