There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI 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.
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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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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People can be slave ships in shoes.
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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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It was the meanest moment of eternity.
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Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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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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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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Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
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Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
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It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
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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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Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
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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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My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
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