All Quotes By Tag: Woman

“Little sister don’t you worry about a thing todayTake the heat from the sunLittle sisterI know that everything is not okBut you’re like honey on my tongueTrue love never can be rentBut only true love can keep beauty innocentI could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanNo I could never take a chance’Cause I could never understandThe mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanYou can run from loveAnd if it’s really love it will find youCatch you by the heelBut you can’t be numb for loveThe only pain is to feel nothing at allHow can I hurt when I’m holding you?I could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanAnd you’re the one, there’s no-one elsewho makes me want to lose myselfIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanBrown eyed girl across the streetOn rue Saint DivineI thought this is the one for meBut she was already mineYou were already mine…Little sisterI’ve been sleeping in the street againLike a stray dogLittle sisterI’ve been trying to feel complete againBut you’re gone and so is GodThe soul needs beauty for a soul mateWhen the soul wants…the soul waits …No I could never take a chanceOf losing love to find romanceIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanFor love and FAITH AND SEX and fearAnd all the things that keep us hereIn the mysterious distanceBetween a man and a womanHow can I hurt when I’m holding you?”

“Jelas sekali bahwasanya rumah tangga yang aman damai ialah gabungan di antara tegapnya laki-laki dan halusnya perempuan.”

“As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.”

“The way black women say “girl” can be magical. Frankly, I have no solid beliefs about the survival of consciousness after physical death. But if it’s going to happen I know what I want to see after my trek toward the light. I want to see a black woman who will smile and say, “Girl….”

“If we were living in a better age they’d build a temple around a woman like that.”

“Her KindI have gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night;dreaming evil, I have done my hitchover the plain houses, light by light:lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind.I have found the warm caves in the woods,filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,closets, silks, innumerable goods;fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:whining, rearranging the disaligned.A woman like that is misunderstood.I have been her kind.I have ridden in your cart, driver,waved my nude arms at villages going by,learning the last bright routes, survivorwhere your flames still bite my thighand my ribs crack where your wheels wind.A woman like that is not ashamed to die.I have been her kind.”

“I had an interview once with some German journalist—some horrible, ugly woman. It was in the early days after the communists—maybe a week after—and she wore a yellow sweater that was kind of see-through. She had huge tits and a huge black bra, and she said to me, ‘It’s impolite; remove your glasses.’ I said, ‘Do I ask you to remove your bra?”

“I want everyone to wear what they want and mix it in their own way. That, to me, is what is modern.”

“The woman is the most perfect doll that i have dressed with delight and admiration.”

“Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“Glass ceilings can’t stop me.Glass slippers don’t interest me.Glass mirrors don’t define me.I decide who I willor I will not be.And I choose to beunbreakableuntakeableunshakeableme.”

“She is fragile as the morning dewmelting in the warmth of a child’s smile;stirring at the lonely, lovely waft of a butterfly’s wings;tender as the curve of a wildflower petal.She is fierce as a summer stormnow raging against the fiery sky;now raining tears to soothe the sun-scorched earth.She is soft as a midnight breezeswaying to the sound of waves breakingon distant shores;whispering comfort to a worldsteeped in the dark night of inhumanity.She is brilliant as the rising Phoenixlifting the suffering from the ashes; her own suffering woven into wings of fire in the long watches of the night.She is serene and turbulent as the silvered water hiding currents unknown beneath the gentle gaze of a human who has walked a thousand miles and still has more to go.”

“Don’t make yourself small.Not for anyone.If someone tells you you’re too much…too loud, too sensitive, too fierce, too caring, too intellectual, too optimistic, too realistic, too logical, too emotional…just smile and move on, my friend.Clearly, they aren’t enough for you.”

“Women don’t know anything about happiness or unhappiness.””Perhaps not. What about man?””Men only have unhappiness. They are always fighting fear.”

“Dear Princess, One day you will stand in the mirror to see the woman that you have become, your beauty would drown your scars, your victories would be more than your battles, you will finally see yourself through the eyes of the father. Pay attention to the process, God’s process is as good as the outcome HE pursues.”