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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Zora Neale Hurston

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.
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Light Sun Walk
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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Forever Right
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
Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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Herself Live Season Spring
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.
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Hands Myself
There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.
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Deep Eyes Food Man Nature Philosophy Season See
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
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Himself Love Woman
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
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Herself Kill Life
You heard me. You ain’t blind.
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Eyes Myself Yourself
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
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Feeling Grief Herself
She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
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A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
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Big Distance Time
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
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Dinner Goodness Greatness Love Old Oneself
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
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Human Yourself
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
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

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

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