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 HURSTONThey seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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In the cool afternoon the fiend from hell specifically sent to lovers arrived at Janie’s ear. Doubt.
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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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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.
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I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
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Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
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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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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
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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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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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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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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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Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
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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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Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
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