Quotes by Women Authors

The last cobwebs
of fog in the
black firtrees are flakes
of white ash in the world's hearth.

Denise Levertov

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

Elizabeth Bartlett

Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are three-dimensional creatures that can mate. I'd no more leave them go by the side of the trail than I would my child. I'll carry them until someone amputates my arms.

The soul is a millstone, an albatross, it meddles in everything. It creates ties to torture us.

Marie Vieux Chauvet

We only have one life to live, and must go on with it to the end, that if we feel it is meaningless, then we ourselves must give it meaning.

The great advantage of telling the truth is that one is so much more likely to sound convincing

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.

Then I wondered if that's all God ever is—somebody who loves you enough to come back from the dead to visit every now and again. Or if that's all that other people ever are—different faces of God walking around.

You'll get through this. And I know it's impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

Susane Colasanti

There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creation, God had seen fit to introduce soiling, twisting, rampaging, Man.

For just once in my life, I'd like to get through a whole week without having to deal with some fool, white or black, who's got an attitude about the way I look.

One of the most popular narcotics to ease the pain of economy is cherishing the belief that better days are ahead. This is both efficacious and commendable, but it sometimes turns out to be a habit-forming drug.... Things to which you look forward too long are almost invariably disappointing when you get them, and you might die first anyway.

Marjorie Hillis

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

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. When you feed yourself what your body needs when it needs it, that's love. So give your bod some TLC and sit down and enjoy a good, substantial breakfast.

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

Streets like the one she lived on were no accident. They were the North's lynch mobs, she thought bitterly; the method the big cities used to keep Negroes in their place.

Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs.

How dare you, unless you can hold up your own life as a model of rectitude, achievement, and halcyon happiness, open your mouth about the stubborn secrets of living?

Celestine Sibley

The trouble with Ian [Fleming] is that he gets off with women because he can't get on with them.

Rosamond Lehmann

Nor elves, nor fays, nor magic charm, Have pow'r, or will, to work us harm; For those who dare the truth to tell, Fays, elves, and fairies, wish them well.

Maria Edgeworth

Nobody hopped into a wardrobe to find Narnia; they hopped in, thinking it was just a wardrobe. They didn't climb up the Faraway Tree, knowing it was a Faraway Tree; they thought it was just a really big tree. Harry Potter thought he was a normal boy; Mary Poppins was supposed to be a regular nanny. It's the first and only rule. Magic comes when you're not looking for it

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

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.

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.

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