It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Zora Neale HurstonRead
I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a sense of timeless identity and the universal experience of femininity.
Zora Neale Hurston's quote reflects a profound connection to the essence of femininity that transcends cultural and temporal boundaries. By declaring that she belongs to no race or time, she emphasizes a shared experience among women, one that is rich with history and complexity, akin to a 'string of beads' representing the multifaceted aspects of womanhood across ages and cultures.
In practice
This quote can be used in a women's empowerment seminar to emphasize the universal aspects of being a woman.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloomβ¦It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.
I kept running around it in large or small circles, always looking for someone or something able to convince me of my Belovedness. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the "Beloved". Being the Beloved expresses the core truth of our existence.
I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.
Man is only a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed. There is no need for the whole universe to take up arms to crush him: a vapour, a drop of water is enough to kill him. but even if the universe were to crush him, man would still be nobler than his slayer, because he knows that he is dying and the advantage the universe has over him. The universe knows none of this.
The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.
Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
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