Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.
ZORA NEALE HURSTONIf you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
More Zora Neale Hurston Quotes
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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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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Truth is a letter from courage!
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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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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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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.
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She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
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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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It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile.
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One finds great comfort in good dinners.
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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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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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Mystery is the essence of divinity
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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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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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