When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism. — 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
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was… — 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
I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world! — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop. — 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
He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
The very best place to be in all the world is St. Mary's parish, Jamaica. And the best spot in St. Mary's… — 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
