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
love singing may
Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
fighting games loser
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
secret curiosity wish
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.
would-be individual bottom
It would be against all nature for all the Negroes to be either at the bottom, top, or in between. We will go where the internal drive carries us like everybody else. It is up to the individual.
essence divinity mystery
Mystery is the essence of divinity
remembers-everything want his-eyes
Women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget.
fit made said
Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
motivational atheist people
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
home journey ice-water
Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
dream blessing people
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.
bereavement eternity hours
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
wise book writing
Perhaps it is just as well to be rash and foolish for a while. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself 'Why?' afterward than before. Anyway, the force of somewhere in space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.
freedom men may
No man may make another free.
heart ears envious
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.