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
distance insightful bigs
A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
knows
You got to go there to know there.
thinking race minorities
But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.
teacher pride self
Ethical and cultural desegregation. It is a contradiction in terms to scream race pride and equality while at the same time spurning Negro teachers and self-association.
mean laughing i-love-myself
I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.
personality shows ifs
If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.
sweat praying cry
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
responsibility men omnipotence
It seems to me to be true that heavens are placed in the sky because it is the unreachable. The unreachable and therefore the unknowable always seems divine--hence, religion. People need religion because the great masses fear life and its consequences. Its responsibilities weigh heavy. Feeling a weakness in the face of great forces, men seek an alliance with omnipotence to bolster up their feeling of weakness, even though the omnipotence they rely upon is a creature of their own minds. It gives them a feeling of security.
hope hopeful wish
It is easy to be hopeful in the day when you can see the things you wish on.
feelings abuse doing-things-for-others
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.
united-states curious gender
It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.
oysters knives black-history
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
soul horizon world
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.
dark white race
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 Me