Quotes by Women Authors

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who's in crisis?

Candace Bushnell

"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..."

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we can't have.

Sarah Addison Allen

Journeys start from where we are. Everything starts from where we are. Where we are is where we're supposed to be.

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

Secrets are lies that you tell to your friends.

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.

Visiting any shop for the first time is exciting. There's always that buzz as you push open the door; that hope; that belief - that this is going to be the shop of all shops, which will bring you everything you ever wanted, at magically low prices.

Sophie Kinsella

Because we can't tell others about our accomplishments if we don't know them ourselves.

Beverly Jenkins

Reason is necessarily the language of moral, political, and scientific argument: not because reason is holy or on some elevated plane, but because it isn't; because it is accessible to all humans; because, as well as working, it can be seen to work.

Did I, my lines intend for public view,How many censures, would their faults pursue,Some would, because such words they do affect,Cry they're insipid, empty, uncorrect.And many, have attained, dull and untaught,The name of wit, only by finding fault.True judges, might condemn their want of wit,And all might say, they're by a woman writ.

Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

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.

I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

Madeline Miller

Nobody can make a monkey out of anyone who isn't a monkey to start with.

Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.

Things happen, and you can't make them unhappen. You don't get do-overs, you can't roll back the clock, and the only thing you can change, and the only thing it does any good to worry about, is how you let them affect you.

Jennifer Weiner

Everything wrong I've ever done has always seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Judith McNaught

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

Had I a husband or a house, and all that longs thereto
Myself could frame about to rouse as other women do,
But til some household cares me tie
My books and pen I will apply.

Isabella Whitney

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

How many brave Men, courageous Women, and innocent Children did I see butcher'd, to do God good Service?... I went to the Irish Rebellion, where I saw more than three hundred thousand Souls murder'd in cold Blood.crying, Nits will become Lice, destroy Root and Branch: with a thousand other Barbarities, too tedious as well as too dreadful to repeat, beside what has been transacted abroad.

Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave.

But one day, the things that make you free start to keep you down.

Jardine Libaire

Much contemporary verse reads like failed short-short stories rather than failed poetry.