Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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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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The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.
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When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
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An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
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Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
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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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Anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something!
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She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
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An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
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Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
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Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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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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She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
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Sometimes, 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.
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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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Mystery is the essence of divinity
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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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Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it’s some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don’t know nothin’ but what we see.
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So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
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