#woman

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road! Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#sex #woman #love

A woman who is loved always has success. ↗

— Vicki Baum

#loved #success #who #woman

Maybe it begins the day you pledge allegiance, face the flag and suddenly clutch your left clavicle because you find a tender puff of breast where yesterday your heart was Or maybe it happens later when you're walking home from school and they rush you on the street-- those boys who reach out fast, disgrace your blouse with rubs of dirt, their laughter stinging hot against your face. And you bite your rage, swallow your tears because the fact is, your territory's up for grabs and somehow it's your own damned fault. And one day you stand at your mirror armed with jars and razor blades against the scents and grasses of your shameless bleeding body, and you see what you've become--a freak manufactured to disguise the real one, the one who sometimes still recalls your innocence, the time before you became a dirty joke. And maybe it begins to end the day you try against the odds to love yourself again. Even though you know the worst thing you can call someone is cunt, you try to love the flesh and fur you are, that convoluted, prehistoric flower, petals dripping weeds and echoing vaguely fragrant odors of the sea. ↗

— Marilyn Johnson

#womansong #women #love

Single moms: You are a doctor, a teacher, a nurse, a maid, a cook, a referee, a heroine, a provider, a defender, a protector, a true Superwoman. Wear your cape proudly. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#children #moms #mothers #mothers-love #parenting

I can safely say, on the authority of all that is revealed in the Word of God, that any man or woman on this earth who is bored and turned off by worship is not ready for heaven. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#bored #earth #god #heaven #man

When a woman rises up in glory, her energy is magnetic and her sense of possibility contagious. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#woman #energy

It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#poetry #womanhood #confidence

Greatness is not measured by what a man or woman accomplishes, but by the opposition he or she has overcome to reach his goals. ↗

— Dorothy Height

#goals #greatness #his #man #measured

I'm just a person trapped inside a woman's body. ↗

— Elayne Boosler

#i #inside #just #person #trapped

Obviously, you've never seen a woman skydiving in a hoop skirt. ↗

— Chris A. Bridges

#never #obviously #seen #skirt #skydiving