Quotes by Women Authors

Let bygones be bygones because everybody knew that forgiveness was divine.

People always grumbled. If things went well they wanted them to go better. Give them comfort and they wanted luxuries.

Eleanor Hibbert

A Superwoman isn't a woman who can do anything, but a woman who avoids doing too much.

A lot of people get flipped out if you're quiet. They say stuff like, What are you thinking? And if they don't start interrogating you, they start talking, going on and on about stuff that's totally irrelevant, and the silence gets so big and loud that it's scary.

Anyone who ever loves anyone truly loves them because of their indefinable essence, not because they conform to some checklist.

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

Elizabeth Bartlett

There has been no lack of courage in Ireland; there never is, but even our courage has a fatal quality.

Susan L. Mitchell

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

By Grand Central Station I sat down and wept.

Elizabeth Smart (Canadian author)

No one can escape stress, but you can learn to cope with it. Practice positive thinking... seize control in small ways.

I've always thought of this city as Disneyland for adults.... There's no danger of Las Vegas expiring from an excess of good taste.

Without risk, we are automatons going through our days with no purpose or meaning. We are safer, perhaps, but we are also, ironically, closer to death.

Sarah Strohmeyer

Oh, hear Him within you speaking this infinite love, moving like some divine and audible leaven, lifting the sky of the soul with expansions of light, shaping new heights and new depths, and, at your stir of assent, spreading the mountains with flame, filling the hollows with Heaven.

What the men like best are what there's the least sense in, dresses you can't sit down in, that won't stand a lot of action, that hobble you and truss you up and slow you down and fix it so you can't hardly breathe, till finally you're off in one corner, like a bird in a cage, not cluttering up the busy paths in life that men has got to use. That's the styles they really like!

Ardyth Kennelly

Jane nodded, and she mentally thanked the several-greats-grandmother who had decided she'd rather risk royal displeasure than give up a book.

Oh, and the easiest way to make someone furious is to tell her to calm down.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.
Even a spider has the right to a mate.

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.

Foolish eyes, thy streams give over,
Wine, not water, binds the lover:
At the table then be shining,
Gay coquette, and all designing.

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.

That's how fossil hunting is: It takes over, like a hunger, and nothing else matters but what you find. And even when you find it, you still start looking again the next minute, because there might be something even better waiting.

Tracy Chevalier

I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some wrong decision - just one - and everything will get messed up and go wrong -for good.

Lisa Ann Sandell

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...

If you aren't nurturing your self, what kind of mother can you be, anyway?

Sandra Scofield

Half delirious, I slipped my hands around Whit's thick neck. The second Idid he got confident.His mouth moved over mine in a rough, unpracticed, awkward back-and-forth motion, so fast it was as if he was trying to create fire with our lips.