If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.— Zora Neale Hurston
The most pleasurable Zora Neale Hurston quotes that are free to learn and impress others
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.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.
If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all.
It might be better to ask yourself 'Why?”'afterwards than before There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
Such as I am, I am a precious gift.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
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.
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.
A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
I love myself when I am laughing.
It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.
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.
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
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 sword in my hands.
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.
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.
I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.
Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back.
People can be slave-ships in shoes.
It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.
No matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you.
I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.
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.
Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
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.
The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.
It is easy to be hopeful in the day when you can see the things you wish on.
Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in sickly air. People can be slaveships in shoes.
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love.
So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.