No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONNo, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONMystery is the essence of divinity
ZORA NEALE HURSTONSo 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONPeople can be slave ships in shoes.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONA thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONHer old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONSometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONAn envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONAn envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONTea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONMama 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONYou heard me. You ain’t blind.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIf you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON