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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Zora Neale Hurston

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
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Death Dream Herself Love Marriage Woman
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
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Himself Love Woman
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
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Feeling Grief Herself
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
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Distance Man
Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
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Hurt Revenge World
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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Herself Thinking Word
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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Illusion Myself Reality Search Walk
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
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Deep Philosophy
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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God Person
He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
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Different Himself Oneself World
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
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Black Heart Herself Night
Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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Hide Himself Love Place Soul
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
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Herself Kill Life
So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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Herself Hide Place Soul
The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
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Live Marriage Spirit
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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Black Death Easy Myself

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

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