"She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. … - Zora Neale Hurston

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

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

Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to "jump at de sun." We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.