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  • #1
    Kate Chopin
    “She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.”
    Kate Chopin, The Awakening
    tags: self

  • #2
    Madeline Miller
    “I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #3
    Madeline Miller
    “It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #4
    Madeline Miller
    “You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “That is one thing gods and mortals share. When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “A golden cage is still a cage.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    We are sorry, we are sorry.

    Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “I asked her how she did it once, how she understood the world so clearly. She told me that it was a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #9
    George Orwell
    “Let's face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.”
    George Orwell, Animal Farm

  • #10
    And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
    “And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

  • #11
    John Steinbeck
    “My imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.”
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #13
    Madeline Miller
    “I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #14
    Madeline Miller
    “I do not think anyone can say what is in someone else.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #15
    Madeline Miller
    “Timidity creates nothing.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #16
    William Shakespeare
    “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
    William Shakespear, Hamlet

  • #17
    bell hooks
    “Loneliness chosen is always preferable to loneliness imposed”
    Bell Hooks

  • #18
    Kate Chopin
    “Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.”
    Kate Chopin, The Awakening, and Selected Stories

  • #19
    Kate Chopin
    “Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.”
    Kate Chopin, The Awakening
    tags: life

  • #20
    Kate Chopin
    “He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.”
    Kate Chopin, The Awakening

  • #21
    Edith Wharton
    “Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”
    Edith Wharton, Artemis to Actaeon and Other Verses

  • #22
    Edith Wharton
    “The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!”
    Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

  • #23
    Edith Wharton
    “She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #24
    Edith Wharton
    “Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #25
    Edith Wharton
    “Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #26
    Edith Wharton
    “Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.”
    Edith Wharton

  • #27
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human? Penetrating, Sensible and Witty Essays on the Role of Women in Society

  • #28
    Sarai Walker
    “I think it's a response to terrorism. From the time we're little girls, we're taught to fear the bad man who might get us. We're terrified of being raped, abused, even killed by the bad man, but the problem is, you can't tell the good ones from the bad ones, so you have to wary of them all. We're told not to go out by ourselves late at night, not to dress a certain way, not to talk to male strangers, not to lead men on. We take self-defense classes, keep our doors locked, carry pepper spray and rape whistles. The fear of men is ingrained in us from girlhood. Isn't that a form of terrorism?”
    Sarai Walker, Dietland

  • #29
    Jennifer Traig
    “Every time a girl refuses to eat, she one-ups Eve.”
    Jennifer Traig, Devil in the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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