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 HURSTONJanie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
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Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
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She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
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If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed 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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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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It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
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Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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Mystery is the essence of divinity
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Love, I find, is like singing.
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She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
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I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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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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