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Elizabeth II, born Elizabeth Alexandra May NULL
Though God hath raised me high, yet this I account the glory of my reign, that I have reigned with your loves.
The misnamed "feminine" woman, so admired by her creator, man — the woman who is acquiescent in her inferiority and who has swallowed man's image of her as his ordained helpmate and no more — is in reality the "masculine" woman. The truly feminine woman "cannot help burning with that inner rage that comes from having to identify with her exploiter's negative image of her," and having to conform to her persecutor's idea of femininity and its man-decreed limitations.
Authority | Children | Father | Looks | Mother | Respect | Respect | Child |
Angelique, with both hands open, lying limply on her knees, was giving herself. And Felicien remembered the evening on which she had run barefoot through the grass, so adorable that he had pursued her, and whispered in her ear, I love you. And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, I love you. And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, I love you, the eternal cry that had finally emerged from her wide-open heart. I love you... Take me, carry me away, I am yours.
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Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
I care nothing in comparison with papa. And I'll never -- never--oh, never while I have my senses, do an act or say a word to vex him. I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be: that proves I love him better than myself.
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!
No real social change has ever been brought about without a revolution - Revolution is but thought carried into action. Every effort for progress, for enlightenment, for science, for religious, political, and economic liberty, emanates from the minority, and not from the mass.
The particular article ought in my opinion to be treated with absolute contempt. It is too vile to touch.
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
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Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
I was too old for a paper route, too young for Social Security and too tired for an affair.
Mother |
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
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Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
It is upsetting to many parents that their teen-agers introduce them to their friends as encyclopedia salesmen who are just passing through ... if they introduce them at all. I have some acquaintances who hover in dark parking lots, enter church separately and crouch in furnace rooms so their teen-agers will not be accused of having parents.
Compassion | Judgment | Mother |
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
Throughout the years I have set up my own rules about eating food: Never eat anything you can't pronounce. Beware of food that is described as, Some Americans say it tastes like chicken.
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
America is the land of wide lawns and narrow minds.
Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste
You were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage, the fulfillment of love, the promise of our infinity...You were the beginning.
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