“I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.”
“Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.”
“I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That’s living.”
“I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.”
A key figure in the Harlem Renaissance, a novelist and anthropologist who wrote 50 published short stories, plays, and essays…although she was a central figure in the preservation of African American folklore, and considered one of the most influential African American writers, regardless of all of this, because of the timeframe in which she lived, she also struggled with intense poverty, sexism, and racism. In 1960, when Hurston died, it was in destitution, and she was buried in an unmarked grave. In 1975, Alice Walker helped to revive an interest in Hurston’s work. Walker also found Hurston’s unmarked grave and erected a small monument to honor Zora Neale Hurston the woman and her significant contribution.
excerpted from http://igniteyourpotentialnow.com/2011/06/23/who-are-your-heroes/