I figure God created Margaret Sanger, too.
The world seemed so perfect, so complete, and yet so impermanent that I nearly wept.
How could she find the courage to kill herself when she had no courage for life?
People don’t talk so much about sad memories.
You know the saying about how revenge tastes better cold? Well, it tastes just as good warm.
And yet the idea that women are human beings remains news, a message that requires constant, clear, and artful reinforcement in a world that continues to undermine the confidence and abilities of girls and women. On the day that the intelligence and talents of women are fully honored and employed, the human community and planet itself will benefit in ways we can only begin to imagine.
Perhaps it was just the fact of his suicide that gnawed at her. To choose death seemed a terrible insult to everyone who carried on with the lonely business of living. As.
She stopped and faced me and took both my hands in hers and asked, “Are you ready to swallow the moon at last?
Having all those women together in one place was like looking through a photo album of my life: from when I was a baby to the Saturday Club to Rockport Lodge to working at the newspaper to meeting Aaron.
And the way she laughed at my wisecracks and thanked me for my opinions made me think maybe I was as smart and funny as she said I was.
He that sinneth against me, wrongeth his own soul,” said Sammy, trying to sound menacing and angelic at the same time.
Blood pounded in Ruth’s ears. She had never felt weaker or more confused. This was the moment she’d been living for, but the only thought she could muster was that her mother had not been Phyllis, as she’d been told, but Phoebe. The.
Their coupling was the coupling of the sea and the sky, of the rain and the parched earth. Of night and day, wind and water.
My worthlessness imprisoned me.
But I belong to that landscape now, to the sky and the mountains. I wouldn’t be happy anywhere else.
Her robes were purple – the color of royalty and holiness and wealth.
THE COURTSHIP of Oliver Younger and Polly Boynton began on the day he brought John Stanwood to yank out two of Tammy’s rotten teeth. Oliver was fourteen at the time, and though he’d gotten his height, his voice was still changing and he was far too shy to look Polly square in the eye as she stood, half hidden, in the doorway of her father’s house. She.
My house was a world of my own possession, a country in which I was ruler and citizen, where I chose and where I served.
I imagined them deathless, odorless, forever happy, strong, and interested in everything that happened to me.
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