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.
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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He looked like the love thoughts of women.
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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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The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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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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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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She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
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If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
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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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It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
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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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One finds great comfort in good dinners.
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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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It was the meanest moment of eternity.
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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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