Zora Neale Hurston
Don't you love nobody better'n you do yo'self. Do, you'll be dying befo' yo' time is out.Collection: Self
You heard me. You ain't blind.Collection: Blind
To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.Collection: Weakness
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.Collection: Race
She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.Collection: People
you can't beat me and my prayers!Collection: Prayer
want won't kill you half as quick as worry will.Collection: Worry
Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.Collection: Friendship
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.Collection: Secret
I hold that any religion that satisfies the individual urge is valid for that person.Collection: Individual
The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.Collection: Morning
I have been amazed by the Anglo-Saxon's lack of curiosity about the internal lives and emotions of the Negroes, and for that matter, any non-Anglo-Saxon peoples within our borders, above the class of unskilled labor.Collection: Class
She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.Collection: Dream
Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.Collection: Faith
I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background........Beside the waters of the Hudson" I feel my race. Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again." How It Feels to Be Colored MeCollection: Dark
Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey’s back.Collection: Book
She didn’t read books so she didn’t know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.Collection: Book
I have a strong suspicion. that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment walking in its sleep.Collection: Strong