#hers

Maybe not. But maybe that's how the world changes, Isaiah. One father, one child, at a time. ↗

— Barbara Samuel

#children #fathers #legacy #world #change

It takes a female to have a baby, It takes a woman to raise a child, It takes a mother to raise them correctly, It takes a warrior to show them how to change the world. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#warriors #change

As I said, you have mistaken me for another. London is full of drab little peahens, sir. Now, then, I’m leaving,” she said in a huff. “To change?” he asked, unable to stop from goading her. “To write a poem for my toast,” she snapped. “And you may suffer, for I will not help you with yours.” “No need, darling,” Matthew drawled, his words intending to push her away. “I doubt you know a suitable word that will rhyme with fuck. ” “Stuck,” she said, turning to face him. “For two days, my lord. We are stuck with one another. Let us make the best of it.” “And how do you propose we do that?” “By giving each other wide berth. We will not stand together, we will not talk to one another and we will most certainly not look at one another.” “No problem from this quarter.” “Good. You may be assured that it will be no difficulty for me, either.” -Matthew and Jane ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#jane #matthew #sinful #change

If suffering like hers had any use, she reasoned, it was not to the sufferer. The only way that an individual's pain gained meaning was through its communication to others. ↗

— Diane Wood Middlebrook

#helping-others #mental-illness #relating #self-disclosure #suffering

If you don't read, I don't know how to communicate with you...I can never express who I am in my own words as powerfully as my books can. ↗

— Donalyn Miller

#teachers #communication

إن حلول الكثير من المشكلات الخطيرة والتي لا داعي لها تكمن في تحسين قدرتنا على التفاعل من الآخرين ↗

— Lani Arredondo

#people #problems #talk #business

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗

— Patrick White

#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling

You just stood up to your mother.... I should think now you could take on the world. ↗

— Elizabeth Strout

#mother #mothers #mothers-and-sons #standing-your-ground #courage

As I’ve been telling your, son, you get nowhere looking at clothes and the color of the skin to judge a man. It won’t tell you nothing about what’s inside. That’s where a fellow’s mettle is, and that’s what counts. ↗

— Richard Puz

#judging-by-appearance #judging-people #race #respecting-others #tolerance

I have given my word that only death will take me from you. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#death #family #life #love #war