The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes strai… - Zora Neale Hurston

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

In the cool afternoon the fiend from hell specifically sent to lovers arrived at Janie's ear. Doubt.

At certain times I have no race. I am me. I belong to no race or time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
I do not weep at the world — I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. I have a strong suspicion, but I can't be sure, that much that passes for constant love is a golded-up moment walking in its sleep. Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. Sometimes I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anyone deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me. There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.