Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
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.
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Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
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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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The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
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There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
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She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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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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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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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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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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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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When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
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He looked like the love thoughts of women.
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Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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