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 HURSTONNow, 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 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 HURSTONYou heard me. You ain’t blind.
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 HURSTONLook like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONTea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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 HURSTONA thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONWhen one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIf you kin see de light at daybreak, you don’t keer if you die at dusk. It’s so many people never seen de light at all.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIf you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThe spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONLove 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONNight came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONJanie 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
ZORA NEALE HURSTON