#omen

Surely,' she said, much quieter, more reasonable, 'surely you've been with other women?' His glance at her was dry. 'What do you think?' She looked away at random. 'I think that it appears we have a double standard, here. Men can have sex, women can't. Who, then, do the men have sex with? ↗

— Amanda Carpenter

#life #love #men #society #standard

Oh, dear--did I forget to mention that you can, indeed, have it all, but you need a lot of help! ↗

— Will Schwalbe

#help #women-s-roles #life

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lost-love #moment #love

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist. ↗

— David Levithan

#chord #love #lyric #metaphor #moment

Es natural condición de las mujeres desdeñar a quien las quiere y amar a quien las aborrece ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

#women #love

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating. ↗

— Alberto Moravia

#fascination #love #men #monster #scorned

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#marriage #men #women #love

It seemed to me an error in reasoning for a man to isolate a woman he loves from all the circumstances in which he met her and in which she lives, to try, with dogged inner concentration, to purify her of everything that is not her self, which is to say also of the story that they lived through together and that gives their ove its shape. After all, what I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns toward me, what she is for me. I love her as a character in our common love story. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#women #love

…Jo loved a few persons very dearly and dreaded to have their affection lost or lessened in any way. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #love #love

I do so love my witches and wicked queens. I find myself drawn to feminine archetypes that previous generations have found threatening or dangerous: crones, oracles, madwomen, Amazons, virgins who aren’t helpless, bad mothers. I love to give the vagina dentata voice. It so rarely gets to speak for itself. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#women #love