Their Eyes Were Watching God
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“Then you must tell 'em dat love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore."
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
A man is up against a hard game when he must die to beat it.
It is so easy to be hopeful in the day time when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands.
You have faith? or it’s just a fanaticism?
Beyond her faith was a fanaticisim to defend the altars of her god.
‘Senin yaptığını el yapmaz’
Anyone who looked more white folkish than herself was better than she was in her criteria, therefore it was right that they should be cruel to her at times, just as she was cruel to those more negroid than herself in direct ratio to their negroness.
A little seed of fear was growing into a tree.
And he stood in the door and paid all the ugly women two dollars not to come in. One big meriny colored woman was so ugly till it was worth five dollars for her not to come in, so he gave it to her.
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.
She hated the old woman who had twisted her so in the name of love.
It was all according to the way you see things. Some people could look at a mudpuddle and see an ocean with ships. But Nanny belonged to that other kind that loved to deal in scraps. Here Nanny had taken the biggest thing God ever made, the horizon—for no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you—and pinched it in to such a little bit of a thing that she could tie it about her granddaughter's neck tight enough to choke her.
“Dis sittin’ in de rulin’ chair is been hard on Jody,” she muttered out loud. She was full of pity for the first time in years. Jody had been hard on her and others, but life had mishandled him too.
“Ah knowed you wasn’t gointuh lissen tuh me. You changes everthing but nothin’ don’t change you — not even death.”
What need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him?