Quotes by Women Authors

"You know, Mouse," [Tabby] said, "a brilliant cat like me should have smart friends; people who can count to more than four." "I can count to more than four," answered Mouse, very offended. "And I can do hard sums, and I know geography and history, and I can knit and..."

When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I'm in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn't real at all.

We can only do what is possible for us to do. But still it is good to know what the impossible is.

María Irene Fornés

Children live in a way that is very generous. They learn from a young age what you value; they watch your every move. If you value writing, they will learn quickly to value it too, as something they can give to someone, or receive with pleasure from someone else.

But I am a-eppisodin' and a-eppisodin' to a length and depth almost onprecedented and onheard of - and to resoom and go on.

Marietta Holley

People do pretty ugly things to make themselves feel better, this I do know.

Mariah Fredericks

The law of cause and effect does not hide in the realm of the unexpected when intelligent beings go looking for it.

Gertrude Atherton

But coming to terms with one's sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another.

If you're afraid of something, face it. Fear is irrational. The only way to conquer your fear is to stand next to it.

Jennifer Armintrout

Suspense is torture... but delightful--or there'd be no gambling in the world.

Just remember, Every day of your lives, you must always be sure what you're fighting for.

I speak of knowledge, sir, which is not the bed-equal of learning... I speak of what comes from learning. I speak of understanding.

Be kind to thy sister. Not many may know the depths of true sisterly love.

Margaret Ann Courtney

Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone - Ere the last snow-drift melts, your tender buds have blown.

Rose Terry Cooke

It is not difficult to find a religious justification for killing.

Karen Armstrong

If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire.

I shall not tell your husband and you shall not tell my wife." Tell them what?" That you and I were outwitted by a ropma." That would be shamful." Girl, we could never live it down.

The latter. She had a good run, Sook said, doing a little shrug. It was his usual response to death at Mapleshade, and it was a safe bet that he felt that way about himself. Like most twice-widowed, Korea-vet, nature-loving, gun-enthusiast, bilingual, weed-connoisseur great grandfathers of five, he'd lived a full life.

A garden is a human creation. It has to be thought of first, wished into being, planned for like a child.

Amy Stewart (writer)

She took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment. A raindrop moved slowly down her neck; he watched as it turned down the slope of her breast to disappear inside the collar of her shirt. He was seriously contemplating becoming jealous of a droplet of water. Yorkshire was obviously damaging to his sanity.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of exiles.

Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter...

I think I only appear smart by staying quiet as often as possible.

It was any outcast's nightmare. If I looked carefully, I suspected I might find it beneath the black paint of the small acrylic by the window.