94 Zora Neale Hurston Quotes That Will Make Your Day!
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Anthropologist, folklorist and short story writer Zora Neale Hurston was a major contributor to 'Harlem Renaissance', which was later known as 'New Negro Movement'. The famous American novelist published around 50 essays, plays and stories covering personal experiences and incidents. She was renowned for
'Mules and Men', 'Their Eyes were Watching God' and her master work 'Every Tongue Got to Confess' (a vivid collection of folktales). Zora Neale Hurston's life was influenced by her American-African heritage. Being a daughter of former black slaves, Hurston's childhood was full of struggles. She's a self-made author, who financed her own education. After working several petty jobs, she got her biggest breakthrough from Journal of American Folklore. She had explored various forms of fine arts through projects like Mule-Bone: A Comedy of Negro Life. Her literary talents are evident from her works " The Great Day", " From Sun to Sun" and autobiography " Dust Tracks on a Road". In 1940s, she had to bear false accusations of molesting a 10-year old body. She suffered from severe strokes and underwent financial challenges till her death. Despite this, Zora's works inspired and encouraged a new generation of writers with her academic and social experience. She greatly influenced young talents like Ralph Ellison and Gayl Jones in later years. Her work was largely overlooked until writer Alice Walker brought it back to the spotlight. We all remember her beautiful words and their impact. We have collected her quotes from her writings and books. Here are a few of her quotes that hit us right in the heart, every single time.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer. Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive. Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me. If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it. Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships. Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt. Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it. She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her. Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them. A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it. I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions. I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me. She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop. So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day. Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. It was the meanest moment of eternity. Love, I find, is like singing. I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands. There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food. ...she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see... If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding. An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them. Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground. Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world! He looked like the love thoughts of women. You heard me. You ain't blind. Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding. 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 been so lonesome, and Ah been waitin', Jesus. Ah done waited uh long time. Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof. You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die. Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them. Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. 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. She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen. 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. My head was full of misty fumes of doubt. Mystery is the essence of divinity He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different. Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring. The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky. 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. Anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something! She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman. I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her. In the cool afternoon the fiend from hell specifically sent to lovers arrived at Janie's ear. Doubt. No, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife. There is two things everybody got to find out for theirselves. They got to find out about love and they got to find out about living. People can be slave ships in shoes. The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell. One finds great comfort in good dinners Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress. It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams. When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners. They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down. It seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life! Truth is a letter from courage! The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor. So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me. It was funny if you looked at it right quick, but it got pitiful if you thought about it awhile. You can't beat me and my prayers! ...you got tuh go there tuh know there. She wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her. Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue. Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun. Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her. Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear. ...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red. 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 having power to influence, yes. Inherent difference, no. An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done 'heard' bout you just what they hope done happened. Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens. I would like just a little of her sunshine to soak into my soul. I would like that a lot. She tore off the kerchief from her head and let down her plentiful hair. The weight, the length, the glory was all there. She took careful stock of herself, then combed her hair and tied it back up again. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place. Being under my own roof, and my personality not invaded by others makes a lot of difference in my outlook on life and everything. Oh, to be once more alone in a house! Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood. But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.
The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.
Now, women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
Every tub sits on its bottom.
Common danger made common friends
Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
For the first time she could see a man's head naked of its skull. Saw the cunning thoughts race in and out through the caves and promontories of his mind long before they darted through the tunnel of his mouth. He Drifted off into sleep and Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.