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
funny people risk
It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.
dream blessing people
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.
silence genius fool
Silence is all the genius a fool has.
prayer responsibility men
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.
faith eye long
Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.
bereavement eternity hours
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
essence divinity mystery
Mystery is the essence of divinity
regret book reading
I had hundreds of books under my skin already. Not selected reading, all of it. Some of it could be called trashy. I had been through Nick Carter, Horatio Alger, Bertha M. Clay and the whole slew of dime novelists in addition to some really constructive reading. I do not regret the trash. It has harmed me in no way. It was a help, because acquiring the reading habit early is the important thing. Taste and natural development will take care of the rest later on.
book heaven world
She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.
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.
song angel jealous
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.
class african-american curiosity
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.
ambition games exciting
The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.
change loss form
I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.