The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThe spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONSo 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI 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 HURSTONThey seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThere is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONLove 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONAnd 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 HURSTONSometimes, 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONLove 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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThose that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIt was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONNothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONI will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.
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.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON