#w

The Last Supper is supposed to be thirteen men. Who is this woman? "Everyone misses it, our preconceived notions of this scene are so powerful that our mind blocks out the incongruity and overrides our eyes. ↗

— Dan Brown

#dan-brown #the-da-vinci-code #men

How many men with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most? ↗

— The White Stripes

#love #men #microphone #most #tell

Yet through their endeavor, men would glimpse the unimaginable artistry of Yahweh's work, in seeing how ingeniously the world had been constructed. By this construction, Yahweh's work was indicated, and Yahweh's work was concealed. ↗

— Ted Chiang

#knowledge #spirituality #tower-of-babylon #men

If you want to be an honorable man, then be what you pretend to be. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#christian #honest #honor #hypocrisy #men

Men - not just babies like you, but old men, too - they always need to have a woman tell them the truth. Les hommes, ils sont impossibles. ↗

— James Baldwin

#women-and-men #women-s-strength #men

Today I will find something beautiful. Delicate pink blossoms on a cherry tree. The dove resting near the lemon buds. Sunbeams smiling from sky to earth. Smiling on me. "Creating" in BREATHE IN ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#goals #gratitude #inspirational-quotes #writing-process #beauty

All women speak two languages: 
the language of men 
and the language of silent suffering.
 Some women speak a third, 
the language of queens. ↗

— Mohja Kahf

#women #men

War, in some ways, is merciful to men. It makes them heroes if they are the victors. If they are the vanquished - they do not live to see their homes taken, their wives widowed. But if you are a woman - you must live through defeat... ↗

— Samhita Arni

#war #men

Men and women play the same game but with different rules. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#relationships #men

It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays. I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love