Favorite last lines
Spoiler Alert:
Simply put, I adore this final passage from
Their Eyes Were Watching God
by Zora Neale Hurston.

"The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon line like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much life in its meshes. She called her soul to come and see."
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"Zora . . . had a fiery intellect,
an infectious sense of humor,
and 'the gift' as one friend put it,
'of walking into hearts.'
--from The Official Zora Neale Hurston Website
Image 2: from Official Zora Neale Hurston Website
Comments
-Sigh. How lovely.
-Sigh. Why didn't I say that? Or something even close to that?
I've never read Zora. I'll need to change that. Thanks for starting my day with such sweetness.
Hope you're feeling better.