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Zora Neale Hurston quotes

12 quotations, each verified against its source and credited to the work it comes from — the wording as Zora Neale Hurston wrote or said it, not as the internet passes it around.

Illustrated portrait of Zora Neale Hurston
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), opening lines
Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), chapter 1
Ah been a delegate to de big 'ssociation of life. Yessuh! De Grand Lodge, de big convention of livin' is just where Ah been dis year and a half y'all ain't seen me.
Janie Crawford, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage!
Zora Neale Hurston, the pear tree, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), chapter 2
De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see.
Nanny, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), chapter 2
Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.
Janie Crawford, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
It's uh known fact, Pheoby, you got tuh go there tuh know there. Yo' papa and yo' mama and nobody else can't tell yuh and show yuh.
Janie Crawford, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), closing chapter
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
But I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Zora Neale Hurston, “How It Feels to Be Colored Me” (1928)
I do not always feel colored. Even now I often achieve the unconscious Zora of Eatonville before the Hegira. I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.
Zora Neale Hurston, “How It Feels to Be Colored Me” (1928)
For instance at Barnard. Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, overswept by a creamy sea. I am surged upon and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself.
Zora Neale Hurston on Barnard, “How It Feels to Be Colored Me” (1928)
Thankee Jesus! Somebody come ast about Cudjo! I want tellee somebody who I is, so maybe dey go in de Afficky soil some day and callee my name and somebody dere say, 'Yeah, I know Kossula.'
Oluale Kossola, known as Cudjo Lewis, recorded by Zora Neale Hurston in 1927, published in Barracoon (2018)

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