She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

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

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

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

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

..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.