So 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 HURSTONResearch is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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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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It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
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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.
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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.
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There is two things everybody got to find out for themselves. They got to find out about love and they got to find out about living.
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He looked like the love thoughts of women.
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The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.
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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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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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Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
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Now, 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.
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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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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.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
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