She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

..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 trees and the wind. .. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.

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

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.