The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
..she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short.… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Her resolutions against Jim Meserve were just like the lightning-bugs holding a convention. They met at night and made scorning speeches against… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that the human beings I met reacted pretty much the same to the same stimuli. Different idioms,yes. Circumstances and conditions… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
Please God, please suh, don't let him love nobody else but me. Maybe Ah'm is uh fool, Lawd, lak dey say, but Lawd, Ah… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“But mostly she lived between her hat and her heels, with her emotional disturbances like shade patterns in the woods—come and gone with the… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
Light came to me when I realized that I did not have to consider any racial group as a whole. God made them duck… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
Love, I find, is like singing. Everyone can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“The woman took the faded shirt and muddy overalls and laid them away from remembrance. It was a weapon against her strength and if… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“They plan and they fix and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorchy, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans…So… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“Years ago, she had told her girl self to wait for her in the looking glass. It had been a long time since she… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“Like the pecking-order in a chicken yard. Insensate cruelty to those you can whip, and groveling submission to those you can’t. Once having set… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
Now, suppose a Negro does something really magnificent, and I glory, not in the benefit to mankind, but in the fact that the doer… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
