John will never forsake the weak and the helpless, nor fail to bring hope to the hopeless. That is what they believe, and so they do not worry. They go on and laugh and sing. Things are bound to come...
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
She knew because she looked.
For no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you....
All of the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no further innovations of tone and tempo were conceivable. Then they hushed and ate barbecue.
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What thin...
It is so easy to be hopeful in the day time when you can see the things you wish on.
The one who makes the idols never worships them, however tenderly he might have molded the clay. You cannot have knowledge and worship at the same time. Mystery is the essence of divinity. Gods must k...
Now, women forget all the 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.
Times and scenes like that put Janie to thinking about the inside state of her marriage. Time came when she fought back with her tongue as best she could, but it didn’t do her any good. It just made J...
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
Let the sun go down on you like King Harold at the battle of Hastings — fighting gloriously. Maybe a loser but what a loser! Greater in defeat than the conqueror. Certainly not a coward that rusted ou...
Finally, she grew quiet. After that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage; Hours of this; a period of introspection; a space of retrospection; then a mixture of both. O...
Janie starched and ironed her face and came set in the funeral behind her veil. It was like a wall of stone and steel. The funeral was going on outside. All things concerning death and burial were sai...
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
He was a glance from God.
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.
Pheoby's hungry listening helped Janie to tell her story.