Quotes by Women Authors

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

Margaret Ann Courtney

Last night I had rinsed out my sari strip and briefs in the sea. I walked down naked to where they hung in the branches of the silvery leafed tree beside the creek. Underneath the lazy sensuality of a luxurious stretch from toes to nose I felt the strong unequivocal demand of my blood. I hugged myself for a moment watching the grey light yield to dawn through half-closed eyes.

Just as vision is inseparable from our spiritual intelligence, our capacity to handle ambiguity, uncertainty, and complexity is bound up with our emotional intelligence.

There is a special blessing in old clothes, and that aside from their comfort, for which especially they are to be cherished. They confer a kind of anonymity on one who wears them gladly; all their bright places rubbed to a uniform dullness, they achieve an appearance so nearly nondescript that only a close scrutiny could learn that ever they held shape at all.

Picture a place called the Karma Kafe and it'll save me the bother of describing it. There was nothing in it you wouldn't expect, from the Buddha flowerpots to the wallpaper decorated with symbols that probably said, "If you bought this just because it looked pretty, may Buddha piss in your coffee, you culturally ignorant moron.

Kelley Armstrong

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

I became an archaeologist because I wanted to drive around in a big Landrover; smoking, cursing and finding treasure.

I used to solve equations easily. If train A left Sioux Falls at nine o'clock, traveling at a fixed rate, I knew when it would meet train B. Now I wonder if the trains will crash; or else I picture naked limbs through Pullman windows, each a small vignette of longing.

Because I longed to comprehend the infinite I drew a line between the known and unknown.

Elizabeth Bartlett

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.

To act the part of a true friend requires more conscientious feeling than to fill with credit and complacency any other station or capacity in social life.

Sarah Stickney Ellis

The whole process of getting old—it could have been better arranged.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.

Eloise Jarvis McGraw

The sport and game of angling is the true means and cause that brings a man into a merry spirit, which makes a flowering age and a long one.

Juliana Berners

Magazines and talk shows are filled with people who say that a successful # marriage is hard and requires a lot of work. But to # soulmates, their harmony often feels effortless, as though it is the most natural thing in the world to be completely at ease in a # relationship.

Rosemary Ellen Guiley

When we fill our thoughts with right things, the wrong ones have no room to enter

She knows what she sees. She has her eyes in the right place.

Ireland regards sex, when she regards it at all, with an entirely primitive and practical eye.

Cam's wings were so bright they were almost blinding as they pulsed. "Holy Hell," Callie whispered, blinking."More or less," Arriane said

There are some secrets we keep because we can't bear to let them out and some because it's better to keep them in.

I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

Christina Baker Kline

But I know what it means to crave what you're not. To want to sew up that rift because it's exhausting to hold it open. Sometimes you just need to be someone else, someone who doesn't care about anything at all. I know I do. I want emptiness but I can't have it.

Vanessa Veselka

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

One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.

"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..."