Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

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

Don't you love nobody better'n you do yo'self. Do, you'll be dying befo' yo' time is out.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

There's two things everybody got to find out for themselves: they got to find out about love, and they got to find out about living. Now, love is like the sea. It's a moving thing. And it's different on every shore. And living... well... There are years that ask questions and years that answer.