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Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Zora Neale Hurston

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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Herself Hide Place Soul
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
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Friendship Live Morning Myself
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
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Enjoyment Greatness Herself Life Suffering Tree
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
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Death Herself Love Sun
Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.
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Grown Up People Thinking
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
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Feeling Grief Herself
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
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Death Fear Herself Understand
The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.
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Live Marriage Spirit
My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
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Doubt Myself
I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.
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Fight Herself Lie Myself Patriot
In the cool afternoon the fiend from hell specifically sent to lovers arrived at Janie’s ear. Doubt.
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Doubt Hell Love
It was the meanest moment of eternity.
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Forever Moments One Liner
Two things everybody’s got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin’ fuh theyselves.
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God Live
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
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Distance Man
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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God Person
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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Mindset Myself

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