Zora Neale Hurston
Zora Neale Hurston
Zora Neale Hurstonwas an American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, and anthropologist. Of Hurston's four novels and more than 50 published short stories, plays, and essays, she is best known for her 1937 novel Their Eyes Were Watching God...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionDramatist
Date of Birth7 January 1891
CountryUnited States of America
quilts love-is loving-life
Now they got to look into me loving Tea Cake and see whether it was done right or not! They don't know if life is a mess of corn-meal dumplings, and if love is a bed-quilt!
jamaica islands perfect
The very best place to be in all the world is St. Mary's parish, Jamaica. And the best spot in St. Mary's is Port Maria, though all of St. Mary's is fine. Old Maker put himself to a lot of trouble to make that part of the island of Jamaica, for everything there is perfect.
grace reptiles notes
I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.
kindness belly harder
To a haughty belly, kindness is hard to swallow and harder to digest.
father boys flames
Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.
i-can
Work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find.
nice people looks
When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.
towns eyes-watching
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.
dust voice roots
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.
blind heard
You heard me. You ain't blind.
smell poverty
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
misunderstanding
It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.
ducks light diversity
Light came to me when I realized that I did not have to consider any racial group as a whole. God made them duck by duck and that was the only way I could see them.
letters truth-is
truth is a letter from courage!