Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONBitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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You heard me. You ain’t blind.
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I 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.
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A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
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Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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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.
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Janie 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
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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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If you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
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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.
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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
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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.
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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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She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.
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She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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