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Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

Zora Neale Hurston

Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Hurt Revenge World
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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Hide Love Place Soul
Love, I find, is like singing.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Love Myself One Liner Sing
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Black Heart Herself Night
The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Live Marriage Spirit
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Different Love Sea
She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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Herself People See
So 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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Herself Moon Rise
No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Myself World
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Beginning Kiss Sing Tree World
My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Family Humor Myself Nation See
You heard me. You ain’t blind.
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Eyes Myself Yourself
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Black Death Easy Myself
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Deep Live Love Philosophy
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Illusion Myself Reality Search Walk
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

God Person

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

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