Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun. - Zora Neale Hurston

If you're silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

I fail to see where it would have been more uplifting for them to have been inside a church listening to a man urging them to 'contemplate the sufferings of our Lord,' which is just another way of punishing one's self for nothing. It is very much better for them to climb the rocks in their bare clean feet and meet Him face to face in their search for the eternal in beauty.

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