Zora Neale Hurston (January 7, 1891 – January 28, 1960) was an American folklorist, anthropologist, and author. 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. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.
All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.
Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.
I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.
If we are unwilling to let our ideals cost us anything, our ideals aren't worth anything.
If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
If you haven’t got it, you can’t show it. If you have got it, you can’t hide it.
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
No, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It is beyond me.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
(Jamuary 7 is also the birthday of Nikola Tesla.)