Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

I wish I could buy you for what you are really worth and sell you for what you think you're worth. I sure would make money on the deal.

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

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

I am her friend, and her tongue is in my mouth. I can speak her sentiments for her, though Ethel Waters can do very well indeed in speaking for herself.

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches