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.
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time.
Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it’s some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don’t know nothin’ but what we see.
But as de old folk always say, Ah’m born but Ah ain’t dead. No tellin’ whut Ah’m liable tuh do yet.
When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west – that cloud field of the sky – to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking.
Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin’ oversportin’ theyselves makin’ out they pretty, Ah tell ‘em ‘Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.’ You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?
There is two things everybody got to find out for theirselves. They got to find out about love and they got to find out about living.
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done ‘heard’ bout you just what they hope done happened.
Maybe if she had known some other way to try, she might have made his face different. But what the other way could be, she had no idea.
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.
Now, women forget all the things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.
Ah done growed ten feet higher from jus’ listenin’ tuh you, Janie. Ah ain’t satisfied with mahself no mo’. Ah means tuh make Sam take me fishin’ wid him after this.
Long before the year was up, Janie noticed that her husband had stopped talkin to he rin rhymes.
Common danger made common friends.
Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.