An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
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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My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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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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She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
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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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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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Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
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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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If you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
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Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.
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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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Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.
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She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.
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And 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.
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No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
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