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

You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.

The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquet… From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.

Love, I find is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.