When I was young, women were raped on the campus of a great university and the authorities responded by telling all the women students not to go out alone after dark or not to be out at all. Get in the house. (For women, confinement is always waiting to envelope you.) Some pranksters put up a poster announcing another remedy, that all men be excluded from campus after dark. It was an equally logical solution, but men were shocked at being asked to disappear, to lose their freedom to move and participate, all because of the violence of one men. . Rebecca Solnit
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
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Tom Bodett
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
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Anonymous
If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him...
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Paulo Coelho
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
To love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you've held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heatthickening the air, heavy as watermore fit...
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Ellen Bass
More Quotes By Rebecca Solnit
... she wore a masterpiece smile with smudges of paint and graphite across her cheek, and her eyes were a Jackson Pollock painting.
When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She kept planting seeds even thought nothing would grow. She just kept trying.'' I don't understand.'' Because you can't.'' What does this have to do with anything?' I don't fiddle...
When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She just kept trying.'' I don't understand.'' Because you can't.'' What does this have to do with anything?' I don't fiddle with my fingers and there's no apology on the...
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.
There's something about the thousands of glittering lights, the veil of nighttime that almost makes this place beautiful, especially in the reflection of the water. It makes everything askew, disoriented. There's more truth in a ripple of water than in a clear day.
