Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. That is natural.
Meaning of the quote
Every person sees things differently. The same tree, flower, or cloud might look different to different people. That's just how it is. No two people will ever see the exact same thing in the same way, because each person is unique and has their own perspective.
About Zora Neale Hurston
Zora Neale Hurston was an acclaimed American writer, anthropologist, and folklorist who portrayed racial struggles in the early-20th-century American South. She is best known for her novel “Their Eyes Were Watching God” and her research on Hoodoo and Caribbean Vodou. Hurston’s works explored the African-American experience and her own struggles as a woman in a male-dominated field.
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But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Anybody depending on somebody else’s gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.
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It’s a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.
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Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
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If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
It costs you something to do good!
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Gods always love the people who make em.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.
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It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.
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Gods always behave like the people who make them.
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African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
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I regret all of my books.
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No man may make another free.
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It would be against all nature for all the Negroes to be either at the bottom, top, or in between. We will go where the internal drive carries us like everybody else. It is up to the individual.
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Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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It’s no use of talking unless people understand what you say.
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The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)
Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. That is natural.
African American folklorist, novelist, short story writer, and Civic Rights advocate (1891-1960)