Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Zora Neale HurstonTags: peace loss death mourning memory grief remembrance grieving
My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
Zora Neale HurstonAll gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zora Neale HurstonTags: fear religion suffering cruelty gods blood
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale HurstonTags: inspiration
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
Zora Neale HurstonHe looked like the love thoughts of women.
Zora Neale HurstonJanie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
Zora Neale HurstonMystery is the essence of divinity
Zora Neale HurstonTags: inspirational
Then you must tell 'em dat love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. 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.
Zora Neale HurstonTags: love relationships inspirational-love personalities
I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
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