41 Quotes by Jean Toomer

We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.

Her own glowing is too rich a thing to let her feel the slimness of his diluted passion.

Storm EndingThunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,Rumbling in the wind,Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . .Full-lipped flowersBitten by the sunBleeding rainDripping rain like golden honey—And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them.

Her body was tortured with something it could not let out.

Call them from their houses, and teach them to dream.

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree, So scant of grass, so profligate of pines