“Years ago, she had told her girl self to wait for her in the looking glass. It had been a long time… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Janie stood where he left her for unmeasured time and thought. She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Anyone who looked more white folkish than herself was better than she was in her criteria, therefore it was right that they… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
I have a strong suspicion . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment walking in its sleep. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Don't you love nobody better'n you do yo'self. Do, you'll be dying befo' yo' time is out. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
I don't know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with 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
“At certain times I have no race. I am me. I belong to no race or time. I am the eternal feminine… — ZORA NEALE HURSTON Copy Share Image
Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Anyone who looked more white folkish than herself was better than she was in her criteria, therefore it was right that they… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Ah jus lak uh chicken. Chicken drink water, but he don’t pee-pee.” — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“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 Image
