#women

And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart? ↗

— James Joyce

#spirituality #subjectivity #women #life

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open. ↗

— Muriel Rukeyser

#lies #stories #truth #women #life

I always say "I am a Bitch" at the beginning. No one trusts me. In the end they blame me that I didn't warn them. ↗

— Katherine Helen

#love #women #love

Yra moterų, kurios atrodo tiesiog pernelyg gražios, kad jas kas nors išdrįstų pamilti. ↗

— Donaldas Kajokas

#love

And Mother, I love her dearly, but she flies into a panic whenever I mention women’s rights. As she sees it, it will be so much more difficult to marry me off if I am not only of a weak constitution but of a progressive mind as well. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#gwenn-wright #katherine-demure #love-story #strong-heroine #suffrage

...pride for men is like love for women. Very strong. The most important thing for men is pride. ↗

— Christie Watson

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Compare with me, ye women, if you can ↗

— Anne Bradstreet

#love #to-my-loving-husband #women #love

Shooting Willoughby carrying Marianne up the path. ... Male strength -- the desire to be cradled again? ... I'd love someone to pick me up and carry me off. Frightening. Lindsay assures me I'd start to fidget after a while. She's such a comfort. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#empowerment #filming #gender #independence #men

You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars… ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#love #poetry #shakespeare #women #love

What kind of woman was she? What kind of woman was it who called to me from that calamity on the Seventh Avenue line? What kind of woman do I love now, with a fealty that will not cease, not till my occluded arteries send their clots up to the spongy interiors in my skull and I go mute and slack? I love the kind of woman whose hair has gone gray in a not terribly flattering way, the kind who doesn't even notice how she has to keeps having to buy larger jeans, the kind who likes big cars because she doesn't like to be uncomfortable. I love this woman because she is gifted with astounding premonitory skills: no matter how uncertain, how despondent, how lost her mate feels, no matter how dire the circumstances, she nonetheless predicts that Everything will be roses. ↗

— Rick Moody

#optimism #positivity #women #love