So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONSo her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONBitterness is the coward’s revenge on the world for having been hurt.
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 HURSTONHalf Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
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 HURSTONIf you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONNow, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONLook like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONOh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
ZORA NEALE HURSTONThere 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 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 HURSTONShe stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONYou heard me. You ain’t blind.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONShe starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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 HURSTONWhen one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
ZORA NEALE HURSTON