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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.

Zora Neale Hurston

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Heart Hope Yourself
She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Herself Life Struggle
One finds great comfort in good dinners.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Comfort Food Goodness Greatness Oneself
Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Enjoyment Greatness Herself Life Suffering Tree
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Purpose Search
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Grief Herself
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Feeling Mindset Sound Touch Word
She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Death Dream Herself Love Marriage Woman
Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Children Herself Opportunity
She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Herself People See
It was the meanest moment of eternity.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Forever Moments One Liner
Bitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Hurt Revenge World
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Human Yourself
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Himself Love Woman
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 HURSTON

Hands Myself
Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Flower God Reality Wine

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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