No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
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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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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don’t keer if you die at dusk. It’s so many people never seen de light at all.
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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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Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
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Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.
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I don’t know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.
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An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
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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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Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
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Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
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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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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
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