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Don't tell me I'm "too tall" just because my height happens to threaten your rather fragile sense of masculinity. The fact that men cannot look down upon women who are taller than them is the very reason that many men find tall women so intimidating.

Don't think because you can't affect something at a great level that God can't use you in a great way. David didn't even train one day with the armies but He won the war. He didn't even have a weapon but he killed a giant.

Don’t think too small about what God could do in your life—be prepared for God to do a big thing.

don't think you can ever forget her don't even try she's not going to budge no choice but to grant her space crown her with sky for she is one of the many and she is each of us

Don’t tell thin women to eat a cheeseburger. Don’t tell fat women to put down the fork. Don’t tell underweight men to bulk up. Don’t tell women with facial hair to wax, don’t tell uncircumcised men they’re gross, don’t tell muscular women to go easy on the dead-lift, don’t tell dark-skinned women to bleach their vagina, don’t tell black women to relax their hair, don’t tell flat-chested women to get breast implants, don’t tell “apple-shaped” women what’s “flattering,” don’t tell mothers to hide their stretch marks, and don’t tell people whose toes you don’t approve of not to wear flip-flops. And so on, etc, etc, in every iteration until the mountains crumble to the sea. Basically, just go ahead and CEASE telling other human beings what they “should” and “shouldn't” do with their bodies unless a) you are their doctor, or b) SOMEBODY GODDAMN ASKED YOU.

Don’t we see that men’s rightful task is to go out to work and wear themselves out trying to accumulate wealth, as though they were our factors or stewards, so that we can remain at home like the lady of the house directing their work and enjoying the profit of their labors? That, if you like, is the reason why men are naturally stronger and more robust than us — they need to be, so they can put up with the hard labor they must endure in our service.

Don’t waste your most important resource—your life.

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

Downtrodden peoples claim superior qualities to compensate for inferior status. Women cling to a belief in essential, female difference. We are emotionally intelligent. We are nurturing. We work together rather than against each other. We can multitask. Want something done? Ask a busy woman.

Do you know? What the fuck do women want? l know what you want: everything.

Do you mind?” she asked. “Mind what?” “While you were looking in the mirror I couldn’t help myself and I began fantasizing about you. And I figured if I was going to continue to fantasize about you, the only polite thing to do was to ask your permission. So now I’m doing the polite thing again and asking, ‘do you mind?’” “No, Nina. I don’t mind at all.” Then she leaned down and kissed him.

Do you see a theme emerging? Women like flowers; men like food!

Do you see how the sky holds the sun? In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength? That's how a King holds his Queen.

Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.

Do you want to acquire God's own wisdom? Relate with the Holy Spirit. Be a seeker of divine guidance by the Holy Spirit. You can't be a man or woman of solution without God.

Do you want to feel better or do you want to get well are two different things. Some people go to church to feel better but never get well. Some come to church for comfort and leave unchanged. And that is what sin represents. ..it is a place to be comfortable thereby feeling normal in your own disfunction.

Dreaming Woman Instead of dams We build bridges arching Across turbulent waters Instead of walls We craft doors With ancient wisdom Instead of weapons We create future generations By words of life Instead of oppression We live We breathe We adapt to life as it comes Recreating it around us Again and again Hoping that one day It will be allowed to stay.

Drowning in silence; for in silence I shall never be disappointed …

During the 1992 election I concluded as early as my first visit to New Hampshire that Bill Clinton was hateful in his behavior to women, pathological as a liar, and deeply suspect when it came to money in politics. I have never had to take any of that back, whereas if you look up what most of my profession was then writing about the beefy, unscrupulous 'New Democrat,' you will be astonished at the quantity of sheer saccharine and drool. Anyway, I kept on about it even after most Republicans had consulted the opinion polls and decided it was a losing proposition, and if you look up the transcript of the eventual Senate trial of the president—only the second impeachment hearing in American history—you will see that the last order of business is a request (voted down) by the Senate majority leader to call Carol and me as witnesses. So I can dare to say that at least I saw it through.

…each woman is a wonderful world unto herself. And monogamy? It’s like choosing to live in a single town and never traveling to experience the beauty, history, and enchantment of all the other unique, wonderful places in the world. Why does love have to limit us? Perhaps it doesn’t. Only fear is restrictive. Love is expansive. And I wonder, since fear of enmeshment impels us to avoid commitment and fear of abandonment makes us possessive, what type of evolved relationship can emerge once those wounds are healed?

educated beyond the point considered wise for females

Eccola dunque col pensiero laggiù. Le par d’essere ancora fanciulla, arrampicata sul belvedere del prete, in una sera di maggio. Una grande luna di rame sorge dal mare, e tutto il mondo pare d’oro e di perla. La fisarmonica riempie coi suoi gridi lamentosi il cortile illuminato da un fuoco d’alaterni il cui chiarore rossastro fa spiccare sul grigio del muro la figura svelta e bruna del suonatore, i visi violacei delle donne e dei ragazzi che ballano il ballo sardo. Le ombre si muovono fantastiche sull’erba calpestata e sui muri della chiesa; brillano i bottoni d’oro, i galloni argentei dei costumi, i tasti della fisarmonica: il resto si perde nella penombra perlacea della notte lunare. Noemi ricordava di non aver mai preso parte diretta alla festa, mentre le sorelle maggiori ridevano e si divertivano, e Lia accovacciata come una lepre in un angolo erboso del cortile forse fin da quel tempo meditava la fuga. La festa durava nove giorni di cui gli ultimi tre diventavano un ballo tondo continuo accompagnato da suoni e canti: Noemi stava sempre sul belvedere, tra gli avanzi del banchetto; intorno a lei scintillavano le bottiglie vuote, i piatti rotti, qualche mela d’un verde ghiacciato, un vassoio e un cucchiaino dimenticati; anche le stelle oscillavano sopra il cortile come scosse dal ritmo della danza. No, ella non ballava, non rideva, ma le bastava veder la gente a divertirsi perché sperava di poter anche lei prender parte alla festa della vita. Ma gli anni eran passati e la festa della vita s’era svolta lontana dal paesetto, e per poterne prender parte sua sorella Lia era fuggita di casa… Lei, Noemi, era rimasta sul balcone cadente della vecchia dimora come un tempo sul belvedere del prete.

Elegance and smartness is the sexiest thing woman can have, not just the flesh

el mundo nunca deja morir de hambre a una mujer guapa.

Előfordul, hogy egy lányt is megérint Háború Anya. A ksebb gyermekek között mindig akad néhány, akiket a fiúkkal együtt a gyakorlótérre küldenek, és megtanítanak harcolni. Aztán, ahogy múlnak az évek, ezek a lányok sézp sorjában a hozzájuk jobban illő foglalatosságok felé fordulnak. Aki marad, azt később ezen foglalatosságok felé fordítják, majd ordítva, gúnyolva és végül akár verve is arra terelik, míg a káros gyomot mind kiirtják, és nem marad más, csak a férfiasság dicső virágai.

Elles [Rosa Luxembourg, Marie Curie] démontrent avec éclat que ce n'est pas l'infériorité des femmes qui a déterminé leur insignifiance historique: c'est leur insignifiance historique qui les a vouées à l'infériorité.

El miedo a la noche vuelve invidentes a las mujeres y al mismo tiempo las condiciona, las vuelve acríticas, irreflexivas y conformistas, y en esa dinámica les impide romper con el miedo a la oscuridad; porque como toda ruptura causa dolor, ansiedad e incertidumbre, salirse de la oscuridad equivale a recuperar un poder nunca antes tenido y desde esa nueva experiencia, construir su propia identidad.

Embrace your inner goddess, never let go of the light you carry within.

Emily Greenstreet was one of these girls that nobody ever notices, who are only friends with other girls nobody notices. Nobody likes or dislikes them. They have weak chins, or chicken-pox scars, or their glasses are too big. I know I'm being mean. But you know, they're just sort of at the edge of everything.

En el brillo frío de tus ojos y en la risa inhumana de tu boca y también en la olímpica frivolidad de tus razones y de tus gráciles velos, he adivinado que eres uno de estos crueles númenes que vengan alguna antigua y secreta afrenta olvidada ya hasta de los mitólogos más eruditos.

EMOTIONAL PAIN is an inevitable reality of life..while it gives discomfort, it is also a dynamic force to 'awareness'. Pain is a very human way of 'demanding change'.Whenever you feel pain about something, you need to CHANGE something! It is that simple...

...empty women, who strive for no good but exist to adorn themselves...These women of majestic pride, fantastic coiffures, outlandish ornament, and necks bound with gold or pearls bear the glittering symbols of their captivity to men.

Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton.

En la medida que cada mujer se conozca, conocera de su contradictorio genero, pues, aunque todas podamos ser distintas, somos iguales: diosas hasta cuando retenemos agua; hadas, aunque perdamos los papeles, y brujas porque perdemos demasiado a menudo los papeles.

Era sobre todo, una belleza para hombres, sin ser en lo más mínimo provocatica; y esto es precisamente lo que no entenderán nunca las mujeres.

Era lento el asunto. No solo les tocaba despejar el peso de la presencia real de los hombres, sino la del juez interiorizado, el hombrecito menudo, que con el índice siempre enrostrado y cara de padre, o cura, o tío o hermano estaba plantado como un busto augusto y austero en medio de los parques umbrosos de los cerebros femeninos, recordándoles o que eran hijas de Eva: pecadoras; hijas de mala madre: putas; hijas de la Barbie: idiotas; hijas de la Virgen María: niñas decentes; hijas de madres mejores que ellas que no se creían las divinas garzas: mujeres calladas y bien portadas... La ristra de modelos femeninos santificados o despreciados eran retratos planos, de una sola dimensión; o esto o lo otro; por norma general negaban la totalidad de lo que significaba ser mujer.

...este cuidado por la reputacion de la castidad es valorado por las mujeres en la misma proporcion en que es desdeñado por los hombres, y los dos extremos son igualmente destructivos par la moralidad

Especially for upwardly mobile young females, declaring one's enthusiasm for Austen (whose heroines almost always move up in social and economic status as a result of the sterling marital alliances they form) has been a classic means of indicating one's purported good taste, good breeding, and good sense: I am an especially adorable member of the ruling class.

Es gibt zwei Sorten von Männern. Die einen verstehen 'etwas von Frauen', die anderen sind solche, die einfach 'Frauen verstehen'. Ich weiß nicht, welche Sorte mir verdächtiger ist.

Eu incomodava. Por quê? Simplesmente porque não ficava em casa, como todas as outras... Tinha um restaurante, trabalhava com homens, tratava-os de igual para igual e: estava ganhando dinheiro.

Even beyond the Middle East, the role of the independent women remains as warped as a Lewis Caroll novel. We may control $12 trillion of the world's $184 trillion in annual consumer spending (I read it in Newsweek), and yet our self-worth apparently ccomes in a shampoo bottle ("because you're worth it").

Even for women without children, trading hours that produce income for hours that produce “only” art seems like a foolish decision. What a loss for the world, though, to have women's voices silenced because art is our last priority.

Even if you had a feminist mother like mine, you still absorbed the messages about our limited future through the pores of your skin…We were baby-making machines, always had been, always would be, and we were supposed to be satisfied with that. The women who were beginning to assert their full and separate humanity were often caricatured as harpies, termagants and shrews.

Even choosing the perfect dinner wine loses its earth-shattering importance if your guests happen to be cannibals, and you, the unsuspecting entree.

Even in their reading, More charged, too many women were prone to superficiality. In search of a passing knowledge of books and authors, many read anthologies of excerpted works, that selected the brightest passages but left out deeper contexts—eighteenth-century Reader’s Digest were quite popular. More cautioned against a habit she viewed as cultivating a taste only for “delicious morsels,” one that spits out “every thing which is plain.” Good books, in contrast, require good readers: “In all well-written books, there is much that is good which is not dazzling; and these shallow critics should be taught, that it is for the embellishment of the more tame and uninteresting parts of his work, that the judicious poet commonly reserves those flowers, whose beauty is defaced when they are plucked from the garland into which he had so skillfully woven them.

Even on my worst day I'm Kill'n it!

Even though she looks the same as she always has, and the world goes on the way it always has, she isn’t the same on the inside. It’s as though she’s been paused on a single day, a single moment, as though she is stale, slowly rotting on the inside. It scares her, this standstill. There are days she wishes she’d corrode faster, until nothing is left. Those days are the worst, yet still somehow better than the ones in which she wants everything to go back to the way it was.

Eventualities. A good woman can look far down the line and smell what is coming before a man even gets a sniff of it.

Even though it may look like the wicked is gaining ground, God is still in control. We need to pray for our nations, pray for others, pray for forgiveness and mercy over people. We need to love no matter who we are talking to, whether they are Atheist, Moslems, Lesbians, Homosexuals or Pagans. We need to love them and share the love of God with them and not judge and see if we can rebuild our broken nations.

Even when she had to make some one a present of the kind called 'useful,' when she had to give an armchair or some table-silver or a walking-stick, she would choose 'antiques,' as though their long desuetude had effaced from them any semblance of utility and fitted them rather to instruct us in the lives of the men of other days than to serve the common requirements of our own.