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She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to. ↗

— Cynthia Voigt

#freedom #girl #incest #pen #rape

Freedom is not an abstaction, nor is a little of it enough. A little more is not enough either. Having less, being less, empoverished in freedom and rights, women then invariably have less self-respect: less self-respect than any human being needs to live a brave and honest life. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#feminism #freedom #justice #self-respect #women

... and her name was Freedom. ↗

— Pam Muñoz Ryan

#inspirational #wild-west #freedom

But freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order. ↗

— Robert Jackson

#politics #freedom

I do give them to you," he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#sweet #symbolism #touching #value #friendship

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, They love to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run. ↗

— Jeannette Walls

#frighten #monsters #people #love

And in the act of making things, just by living their daily lives, they also make history. Knitting is clothing made in spare moments, or round the fire, whenever women gathered together... It's something to celebrate-clothes made in love and service, something women have always done. ↗

— Anne Bartlett

#knitting #women #love

A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety ↗

— Richelle Mead

#heartwarming #love #love

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman. ↗

— Stephen King

#cheating #cheating-spouse #love #woman #love

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile. "Skittles?" "Please." I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me. "You know I don't like the green ones?" Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth. "The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind." Deacon popped his head between our seats. "That's true love right there." "That it is." Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#love #sweet #love