So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI 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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She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
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She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
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Truth is a letter from courage!
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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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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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I don’t know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
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There is two things everybody got to find out for themselves. They got to find out about love and they got to find out about living.
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It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
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Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
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She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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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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My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
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