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Tea Cake love me in blue, so Ah wears it. Jody ain't never in his life picked out no color for me.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Tea Cake love me in blue, so Ah wears it. Jody...

- 27th November 2020 0

God made it so you spent yo' ole age first wid somebody else, and saved up yo' young girl days to spend wid me.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

God made it so you spent yo’ ole age first wid...

- 27th November 2020 0

She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom-- a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to...

- 27th November 2020 0

Dey gointuh make ’miration ’cause mah love didn’t work lak they love, if dey ever had any. 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 Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Dey gointuh make ’miration ’cause mah love didn’t work lak they...

- 27th November 2020 0

But if I should live to be very old, I have laid plans for that so that it will not be too tiresome. So far, I have never used coffee, liquor, nor any form of stimulant. When I get old, and my joints and bones tell me about it, I can sit around and write for myself, if for nobody else, and read slowly and carefully the mysticism of the East, and re-read Spinoza with love and care. All the while my days can be a succession of coffee cups. Then
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Dust Tracks on a Road

But if I should live to be very old, I have...

- 8th May 2020 0

The familiarpeople and things had failed her so she hung over the gateand looked up the road towards way off. She knew now thatmarriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, soshe became a woman.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

The familiarpeople and things had failed her so she hung over...

- 8th May 2020 0

Dis is uh love game. Ah done lived Grandma’s way, now Ah means tuh live mine. What you mean by dat, Janie? She was borned in slavery time when folks, dat is black folks, didn’t sit down anytime dey felt lak it. So sittin’ on porches lak de white madam looked lak uh mighty fine thing tuh her. Dat’s whut she wanted for me—don’t keer whut it cost. Git up on uh high chair and sit dere. She didn’t have time tuh think whut tuh do after you got up on de stool uh do nothin’. De object wuz tuh git dere. So Ah got up on de high stool lak she told me, but Pheoby, Ah done nearly languished tuh death up dere.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Dis is uh love game. Ah done lived Grandma’s way, now...

- 8th May 2020 0

So den we gittee married by de license, but I doan love my wife no mo' wid de license than I love her befo' de license. She a good woman and I love her all de time. (Oluale Kossula)
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo"

So den we gittee married by de license, but I doan...

- 8th May 2020 0

But we see something else: the nobility of a soul that has suffered to the point almost of erasure, and still it struggles to be whole, present, giving. Growing in love, deepening in understanding. Cudjo’s wisdom becomes so apparent, toward the end of his life, that neighbors ask him to speak to them in parables. Which he does. Offering peace.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo"

But we see something else: the nobility of a soul that...

- 8th May 2020 0

All next day in the house and store she thought resisting thoughts about Tea Cake. She even ridiculed him in her mind and was a little ashamed of the association. But every hour or two the battle had to be fought all over again. She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.
― Zora Neale Hurston,

Their Eyes Were Watching God

All next day in the house and store she thought resisting...

- 8th May 2020 0

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