4 Quotes & Sayings By Laura Cereta

Laura Cereta was born in Taiwan and grew up in New York City. Laura is a graduate of the University of Michigan. That same year she made her first attempt at writing, she was offered a writing scholarship from the National Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. She continued to write throughout college and received a full scholarship to attend the University of Michigan School of Journalism where she studied creative nonfiction Read more

Laura’s work has been featured on BuzzFeed, Goodreads, Refinery29, Seventeen Magazine, The Wall Street Journal and Teen Vogue among others.

The free mind, unafraid of labor, presses on to attain...
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The free mind, unafraid of labor, presses on to attain the good. Laura Cereta
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I am a scholar and a pupil who has been lulled to sleep by the meagre fire of a mind too humble. I have been too much burned, and my injured mind has accumulated too much passion; for tormenting itself with the defending of our sex, my mind sighs, conscious of its obligation. For all things – those deeply rooted inside us as well as those outside us – are being laid at the door of our sex. In addition, I, who have always held virtue in high esteem and considered private things as secondary importance, shall wear down and exhaust my pen writing against those men who are garrulous and puffed up with false pride. I shall not fail to obstruct tenaciously their treacherous snares. And I shall strive a war of vengeance against the notorious abuse of those who fill everything with noise, since armed with such abuse, certain insane and infamous men bark and bare their teeth in vicious wrath at the republic of women, so worthy of veneration. Laura Cereta
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But as to your writing me that I don’t love you very much, I don’t know whether you’re saying this in earnest or whether I should realise that you’re joking with me. Still, what you say disturbs me. You are measuring a very healthy expression of a wife’s loyalty by the standard of the insincere flattery of well-worn phrases. But I shall love you, my husband. What does it mean to you that you reassure me with those trivial little compliments? Do you want me to believe that you expect me to comb my hair in a stylish fashion for your homecoming? Or to feign adoring looks with a painted face? Let women without means, who worry and have no confidence in their virtue, flutter their eyelashes and play games to gain favour with their husbands. This is the adulation of a fox and the birdlime of deceitful bird hunting. I don’t want to have to buy you at such a price. I’m not a person who lays more stock in words than duty. I am truly your Laura, whose soul is the same one you in turn had hoped for. Laura Cereta