She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
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.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
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Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
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Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
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Two things everybody’s got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin’ fuh theyselves.
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No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
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It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
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If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.
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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.
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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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She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
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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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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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She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
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If 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.
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Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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