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“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice,
Then you are a comrade of mine.”
Che Guevara
Every time people say I was pretty, I thought of every ugly swarming beneath my clothes.
The Bell Jar
Sylvia Plath
Above all, always be capable of feeling deeply any injustice committed against anyone, anywhere in the world. This is the most beautiful quality in a revolutionary.
Che Guevara
"Male fantasies, male fantasies,
Is everything run by male fantasies?
Up on a pedestal or down on your knees,
It's all a male fantasy;
That you're strong enough to take what they dish out,
Or else too weak to do anything about it.
Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy;
Pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own,
That you can wash your feet and comb your hair
Unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole,
Peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else.
You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman.
You are your own voyeur."
Margaret Atwood
When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
And hell win the whole think 'fore he enters the ring
There's nobody to batter when your mind is your might
So when you go solo you hold your own hand
And remember that depth is the greatest of heights
And if you know where you stand then you know where to land
And if you fall it won't matter 'cause you'll know that you're right
Fiona apple
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship
Letters to Felice
Franz Kafka
As long as she thinks of a man, no one objects to a woman thinking
Virginia Woolf
My life is whatever the other person in the room wants it to be. Therefore, when I am alone, my life is nothing.
The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer (1990)
Jennifer Lynch
Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships.
Our Blood: Prophecies and Discourses on Sexual Politics
Andrea Dworkin
"Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques - literature would be incredibly impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women."
A Room of One's Own
Virginia Woolf
Like everyone called a woman, they say I had no childhood. They say I rose from the sea fully formed, forced to bear the weight of other peoples desire. It's not the truth, but it's close enough.
"Aphrodite made me do it"
Trista Mateer
Nothing will ease the pain to come
Though now she sits in ecstasy
And lets it have her way with her.
The angels shadow in the room
Is lightly lifted as if he
Had never terrified her there.
The furniture again returns
To its old simple state. She can
Take comfort from the things she knows
Though in her heart new loving burns
Something she never gave to man
Or god before, and this god grows
Most like a man. she wonders how
To pray at all, what thanks to give
And whole to give them to. "Alone
To all mens eyes I now must go"
She thinks, "And by myself must live
With a strange child that is my own."
So from her ecstasy she moves
And turns to human things at last
(Announcing angels set aside).
It is a human child she loves
Though a god stirs beneath her breast
And great salvations grip her side
Elizabeth jennings