WIST Quotations

Hurston, Zora Neale -- “Crazy for This Democracy,” Negro Digest (Dec 1945)

Dave — Wed, 12 Jul 2017 23:38:01 +0000

I accept this idea of democracy. I am all for trying it out. It must be a good thing if everybody praises it like that. If our government has been willing to go to war and sacrifice billions of dollars and millions of men for the idea I think that I ought to give the thing a trial. The only thing that keeps me from pitching head long into this thing is the presence of numerous Jim Crow laws on the statute books of the nation. I am crazy about the idea of democracy. I want to see how it feels.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
“Crazy for This Democracy,” Negro Digest (Dec 1945)

Hurston, Zora Neale -- “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”, The World Tomorrow (May 1928)

Dave — Wed, 02 Aug 2017 18:31:23 +0000

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.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
“How It Feels to Be Colored Me”, The World Tomorrow (May 1928)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”, The World Tomorrow (May 1928)

Dave — Thu, 17 Aug 2017 01:46:19 +0000

But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow. Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still a little fragrant.

In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held — so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place — who knows?

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
“How It Feels to Be Colored Me”, The World Tomorrow (May 1928)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- (Attributed)

Dave — Fri, 17 Apr 2020 18:05:59 +0000

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
(Attributed)

Hurston, Zora Neale -- (Attributed)

Dave — Fri, 24 Apr 2020 19:06:09 +0000

Love makes you go all in. Love makes you voluntarily stupid. Love robs you of the humor you use to protect yourself and leaves you speechless. Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. And then it strips you down, and leaves you fully nude for all to see.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
(Attributed)

This was originally cited here (without link to a source) as from Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God, ch. 13 (1937). Per the comment below, I dug deeper to find an online copy of the book, and discovered the quotation was not there. The closest bits were in the final words of ch. 13:

He drifted off into sleep and Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

I cannot find any other citation for it, no work of Hurston that includes it (or any other fractions of it), and only one online book (beyond books of uncited quotations) that includes this full passage (and finishes it off with "... fully nude for all to see, / That's why it's so downright terrifying, / Falsely Yours, Zora Neale Hurston").

Because of that, I am changing the citation to a more ambiguous "(Attributed)". If anyone has more information, I'd be happy to update this entry.

Hurston, Zora Neale -- Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 14 “Love” (1942)

Dave — Wed, 06 Sep 2017 23:15:13 +0000

Love, I find is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 14 “Love” (1942)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 16 (1942)

Dave — Wed, 01 Nov 2017 16:10:45 +0000

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 16 (1942)

Hurston, Zora Neale -- Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 2 “My Folks” (1942)

Dave — Wed, 23 Aug 2017 18:31:48 +0000

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to “jump at de sun.” We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 2 “My Folks” (1942)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 4 (1942)

Dave — Sun, 05 May 2019 22:18:58 +0000

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 4 (1942)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 8 (1942)

Dave — Fri, 16 Jun 2017 20:50:39 +0000

There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Dust Tracks on a Road, ch. 8 (1942)

Sometimes misattributed to Maya Angelou.

Hurston, Zora Neale -- Moses, Man of the Mountain [Moses] (1939)

Dave — Thu, 11 Jan 2018 01:13:28 +0000

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Moses, Man of the Mountain [Moses] (1939)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Moses, Man of the Mountain, ch. 2 (1939)

Dave — Thu, 19 Oct 2017 05:47:51 +0000

It’s a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing — nothing.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Moses, Man of the Mountain, ch. 2 (1939)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Moses, Man of the Mountain, ch. 6 [Mentu] (1939)

Dave — Wed, 13 Dec 2017 23:35:12 +0000

When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Moses, Man of the Mountain, ch. 6 [Mentu] (1939)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Tell My Horse, ch. 15 (1938)

Dave — Wed, 05 Jul 2017 15:57:13 +0000

Gods always behave like the people who make them.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Tell My Horse, ch. 15 (1938)

Hurston, Zora Neale -- Their Eyes Were Watching God, ch. 3 (1937)

Dave — Fri, 01 May 2020 16:35:50 +0000

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Their Eyes Were Watching God, ch. 3 (1937)
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Hurston, Zora Neale -- Letter to Countee Cullen (5 Mar 1943)

Dave — Fri, 03 Apr 2020 18:03:01 +0000

You are right in assuming that I am indifferent to the pattern of things. I am. I have never liked stale phrases and bodyless courage. I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960) American writer, folklorist, anthropologist
Letter to Countee Cullen (5 Mar 1943)
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