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This is when they realized the storm was serious. They all were quite thinking of their loved ones and things they loved. The could hear outside getting tossed around. The silence was making them anxious.

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There was a finished silence after that so that for the first time they could hear the wind picking at the pine trees. It made Pheoby think of Sam waiting for her and getting fretful.  It made Janie think about that room upstairs—her bedroom. Pheoby hugged Janie real hard and cut the darkness in flight. (p.226-227

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Everybody respected Joe. They did not talk when he talked and they listened. They looked at him for guidance.

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A respectful silence fell on the place. Sam looked at Joe and said, “Dat’s uh new idea ’bout varmints, Mayor Starks. But Ah laks it mah ownself. It’s uh noble thing you done.” Everybody agreed with that. (p.68)

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This is when everyone is sitting in the house during the hurricane. Wondering what God had in-store for them. Would they all live? Would they die?

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The wind came back with triple fury and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. (p.187)

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Tea Cake was obsessed with Janie's hair. Just like the other men in town. He carried a comb with him just for the time he gets the chance to feel her hair. Her hair is different and everbody wants to touch it.

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“Why, Tea Cake? Whut good do combin’ mah hair do you? It’s mah comfortable, not yourn.” “It’s mine too. Ah ain’t been sleepin’ so good for more’n uh week cause Ah been wishin’ so bad tuh git mah hands in yo’ hair. It’s so pretty. It feels jus’ lak underneath uh dove’s wing next to mah face.” (p.123

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Joe knows that Janie is not like the other women in town. He does not want the other men to fantasize about her. She was his. Her hair and all.

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Her hair was NOT going to show in the store. It didn’t seem sensible at all. That was because Joe never told Janie how jealous he was. (p.64)

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This is when Janie realized marriage doesn't bring love. She saw God bring in a new day every morning. He made things happen that were inexpiable.

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She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making. (p.30)

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Nanny was a slave. She was treated poorly and raped by her slave owner. The wife of the slave owner did not know. She threatened to kill the baby and that was when Nanny decided to run off so she and her baby could live a better life.

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Nigger, whut’s yo’ baby doin wid gray eyes and yaller hair?’" She begin tuh slap mah jaws ever which a’way. Ah never felt the fust ones ‘cause Ah wuz too busy gittin’ de kivver back over mah chile. But dem last lick burnt me lak fire. Ah had too many feelin’s tuh tell which one tuh follow so Ah didn’t cry and Ah didn’t do nothin’ else. But then she kept on astin me how come mah baby look white. She asted me dat maybe twenty-five or thirty times, lak she got tuh sayin’ dat and couldn’t help herself. So Ah told her, ‘Ah don’t know nothin’ but what Ah’m told tuh do, ‘cause Ah ain’t nothin’ but uh nigger and uh slave. (p.21)

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Janie was always controlled by Joe. She never had any freedom. She only had freedom in her thoughts where Joe had no control over.

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Then one day she sat and watched the shadow of herself going about tending store and prostrating itself before Jody, while all the time she herself sat under a shady tree with the wind blowing through her hair and her clothes. Somebody near about making summertime out of lonesomeness. (p.91)

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This was the history of Janie figuring out she was colored. She never was treated differently by the white folks so she never thought of herself different.

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The community was harsh on Janie. They did not know her story. The judged her based on their truths.

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Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. so they chewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed with relish. They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in a song. (p.2)

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This is when Joe dies. This is when Janie does not have to follow anybody's ruled but her own. She is now free from Joe.

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She tore off the kerchief from her head and let down her plentiful hair. The weight, the length, the glory was all there. She took careful stock of herself, then combed her hair and tied it back up again. (p.104

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This is when Janie realized that things might be worse than they think. This storm could change everything.

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When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking (p.185)

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White people had power during this time. However, there was no knowing if somewhere somehow that a black man had control over a white.

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This shows that every Sunday the community would come together. They would talk and laugh and all just be happy no matter the situation.

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When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to. (p.60)

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The marriage was no longer one where they loved each other. It was all for show.

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Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it's some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don't know nothin' but what we see. (p.17)

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The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor (p.84)

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So when we looked at de picture and everybody got pointed out there wasn’t nobody left except a real dark little girl with long hair standing by Eleanor. Dat’s where Ah wuz’s s’posed to be, but Ah couldn’t recognize dat dark chile as me. So ah ast, ‘where is me? Ah don’t see me.’
… ‘Aw, aw! Ah’m colored!’
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Tea Cake is part of Janie's history. Tea Cake was Janie's one true love. Their history together will always be on Janie's mind.

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Men and women are different. Men's wishes they strive to get or they settle, never trying to achieve their goals. Women are realistic. They adapt to their lives.

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Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly. (p.1)

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The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. (p.227)

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Nora, the author, uses "stopped talking in rhymes" very frequently. this means that Janie's husbands have stopped trying to impress her. This is when Janie realizes that her husbands are not truly in love with her.

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Long before the year was up, Janie noticed that her husband had stopped talking in rhymes to her. He had ceased to wonder at her long black hair and finger (p.29)

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Janie always thought that love was in marriage. She thought that there was never a struggle to love someone. She had an unrealistic thought of what love would be.

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Husbands and wives always loved each other, and that was what marriage meant. It was just so. Janie felt glad of the thought, for then it wouldn’t seem so destructive and mouldy. She wouldn’t be lonely anymore. (p.25

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Janie thinks love is what happened under the pear tree. Love is like a fantasy to Janie and she is in for a rude awakening. The pear tree is where Janie gets her first taste of what she thinks the rest of her life will be like.

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The vision of Logan Killicks was desecrating the pear tree but Janie didn’t know how to tell Nanny that. She merely hunched over and pouted at the floor. (p.17)

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Under the pear tree is where

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She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage. (p.11)

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Nanny wants Janie to have a good life. She wants Janie to be in a powerful relationship. She does not want her to be with some low life that has nothing going for him.

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Whut Ah seen just now is plenty for me, honey, Ah don’t want no trashy nigger, no breath-and-britches, lak Johnny Taylor usin’ yo’ body to wipe his foots on. (p.13

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Logan thinks that Janie doesn't deserve him. He thinks that he is better than all of Janie's family.

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You better dry up in dere! Ah’m too honest and hard-workin’ for anybody in yo’ family, at’s de reason you don’t want me!"…"Ah guess some low-lifed nigger is grinnin’ in yo’ face and lyin’ tuh yuh. God damn yo’ hide! (p.31-32)

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Everybody in the house was wondering what their fate would be. Wondering if they all were gonna get out of this situation and why and if they didn't why did God put them in this position to get killed.

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They huddled closer and stared at the door. They just didn’t use another part of their bodies, and they didn’t look at anything but the door. The time was past for asking the white folks what to look for through that door. Six eyes were questioning God. (p.159)

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Joe was so confident is was fate that people would hate him. Many loved him but also many hated him.

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There was no doubt that the town respected him and even admired him in a way. But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate. (p.48)

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Joe was the future. He symbolized a change for Janie. The change that Janie thought she needed.

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Janie pulled back a long time because he did not represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon. He spoke for change and chance. (p.29)