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
kissing tree singing
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
tree done branches
Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches
garden people tree
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
beauty tree patterns
God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.
god
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. That is natural.
race way sense-of-humor
My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.
night two daylight
Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.
men law earth
Taint no law on earth dat kin make a man be decent if it aint in 'im.
i-can
Work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find.
spirit affection spots
Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.
hate men way
But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.
mother native-american african-american
I am colored but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.
years emptiness
I been through living for years. I just ain't dead yet.
girl baby attitude
I maintain that I have been a Negro three times--a Negro baby, a Negro girl and a Negro woman. Still, if you have received no clear cut impression of what the Negro in America is like, then you are in the same place with me. There is no The Negro here. Our lives are so diversified, internal attitudes so varied, appearances and capabilities so different, that there is no possible classification so catholic that it will cover us all, except My people! My people!