Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONGrown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThere 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThere 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONHoney, 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONOh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
ZORA NEALE HURSTONAnd 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONSometimes, 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONNo hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONLove is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIf you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONTea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONHe looked like the love thoughts of women.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON