This weeks
featured women quotations:
Ethel Barrymore:
You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. The more
things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the
more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.
Clara Barton:
I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers
can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them.
Mary Catherine Bateson:
We are not what we know but what we are willing to learn.
Shirley Temple Black:
I stopped believing in Santa Claus at age six when my mother took me to see
him in a store and he asked for my autograph.
Alice Stone Blackwell:
Justice is better than chivalry if we cannot have both.
Elizabeth Blackwell:
If society will not admit of woman's free development, then society must be
remodeled.
Linda Blandford:
Justice is a concept. Muscle is the reality.
Charlotte Brontė:
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends
for their sake rather than our own.
Rita Mae Brown:
I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am
grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the
loss.
Rita Mae Brown:
I believe the true function of age is memory. I'm recording as fast as I
can.
Ingrid Bergman:
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Ingrid Bergman:
I have no regrets. I wouldn't have lived my life the way I did if I was
going to worry about what people were going to say.
Rita Mae Brown:
I believe you are your work. Don't trade the stuff of your life, time, for
nothing more than dollars. That's a rotten bargain.
Charlotte Brontė:
Life appears to me to be too short to be spent in nursing animosity or
registering wrong.
Alice Stone Blackwell:
The brain is not, and cannot be, the sole or complete organ of thought and
feeling.
Antoinette Brown Blackwell:
Work, alternated with needful rest, is the salvation of man or woman.
Charlotte Brontė:
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart
whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow
there, firm as weeds among rocks.
Emily Brontė:
I cannot live without my life!
Mary Catherine Bateson:
Caring can be learned by all human beings, can be worked into the design of
every life, meeting an individual need as well as a pervasive need in
society.
Candice Bergen:
Hollywood is like Picasso's bathroom.
Sally Berger:
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
Ingrid Bergman:
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become
superfluous.
Erma Bombeck:
We've got a generation now who were born with semi-equality. They don't know
how it was before, so they think, this isn't too bad. We're working. We have
our attache cases and our three-piece suits. I get very disgusted with the
younger generation of women. We had a torch to pass, and they are just
sitting there. They don't realize it can be taken away. Things are going to
have to get worse before they join in fighting the battle.
Erma Bombeck:
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not
have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave
me."
Erma Bombeck:
Never lend your car to anyone to whom you have given birth.
Lesley Boone:
I tried to commit suicide by sticking my head in the oven, but there was a
cake in it.
This weeks featured women poems:
Women's Rights by Annie
Louisa Walker
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish,
Nor turn our thoughts away
From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission"
Our hearts portray.
We claim to dwell, in quiet and seclusion,
Beneath the household roof,--
From the great world's harsh strife, and jarring voices,
To stand aloof;--
Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction
To sleep our life away,
But, gathering up the brightness of home sunshine,
To deck our way.
As humble plants by country hedgerows growing,
That treasure up the rain,
And yield in odours, ere the day's declining,
The gift again;
So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed,
But happy none the less,
Be privileged to fill the air around us
With happiness;
To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle,
Which we can bless and aid;
To die, and not a heart that does not love us
Know where we're laid.
Like Men and Women Shadows
walk by Emily Dickinson
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
Upon the Hills Today --
With here and there a mighty Bow
Or trailing Courtesy
To Neighbors doubtless of their own
Not quickened to perceive
Minuter landscape as Ourselves
And Boroughs where we live --
This too will pass by
Grace Noll Crowell
This too will pass. O heart, say it over and over - out of your deepest
sorrow, out of your deepest grief, no hurt can last forever - perhaps
tomorrow will bring relief.
This too will pass. It will spend itself - its fury will die as the wind
dies down with the setting sun; assuaged and calm, you will rest again,
forgetting a thing that is done.
Repeat it again and again, O heart, for your comfort; this, too, will pass
as surely as passed before the old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows
that once you bore.
As certain as stars at night, or dawn after darkness, inherent as the lift
of the blowing grass, whatever your despair or frustration - this, too, will
pass!
Women by Louise Bogan
Women have no wilderness in them,
They are provident instead,
Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts
To eat dusty bread.
They do not see cattle cropping red winter grass,
They do not hear
Snow water going down under culverts
Shallow and clear.
They wait, when they should turn to journeys,
They stiffen, when they should bend.
They use against themselves that benevolence
To which no man is friend.
They cannot think of so many crops to a field
Or of clean wood cleft by an axe.
Their love is an eager meaninglessness
Too tense or too lax.
They hear in any whisper that speaks to them
A shout and a cry.
As like as not, when they take life over their door-sill
They should let it go by.
The Laughter Of Women by
Lisel Mueller
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other
What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.
|
