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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

She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
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Herself Life Struggle
My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
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Doubt Myself
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Mindset Sound Touch Word
Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
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Hurt Revenge World
Mystery is the essence of divinity
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Divine Mystery One Liner
No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Myself World
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
I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Mindset Myself
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Children Herself Opportunity
One finds great comfort in good dinners.
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Comfort Food Goodness Greatness Oneself
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
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Grief Herself
Truth is a letter from courage!
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Courage Truth
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Hands Myself
Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
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Flower God Reality Wine
You heard me. You ain’t blind.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

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.

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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.

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