The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.
Insensate cruelty to those you can whip, and grovelling submission to those you can't. Once having set up her idols and built altars to the, it was imevitable that she would worship there. It was inev...
So when we looked at de picture and everybody got pointed out there wasn’t nobody left except a real dark little girl with long hair standing by Eleanor. Dat’s where Ah wuz’s s’posed to be, but Ah cou...
So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. She had come back from the sodden and the blo...
Moon's too pretty fuh anybody tuh be sleepin' it away.
It was hard to love a woman that always made you feel so wishful.
He has only heard what I felt.
She began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody ever told her. For instance, the words of the tr...
Perhaps I am just a coward who loves to laugh at life better than I do cry with it. But when I do get to crying, boy, I can roll a mean tear.
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.
No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.
She ain’t a fact and neither do she make a good story when you tell about her.
Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
No man may make another free.
She wasn’t petal-open anymore with him. She was twenty-four and seven years married when she knew. She found that out one day when he slapped her face in the kitchen. It happened over one of those din...
People ugly from ignorance and broken from being poor.
Husbands and wives always loved each other, and that was what marriage meant. It was just so. Janie felt glad of the thought, for then it wouldn't seem so destructive and mouldy. She wouldn't be lonel...
Six eyes were questioning God.