She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.
Zora Neale HurstonLove is lak de sea. Itโs uh movinโ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and itโs different with every shore.
Zora Neale HurstonThe sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.
Zora Neale Hurston