Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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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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I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
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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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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.
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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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She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
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When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
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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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They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
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She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
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She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
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Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it’s some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don’t know nothin’ but what we see.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
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