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Sylvia Plath. Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college-girl mentality.
I think there was the studio mentality for a long time that women and girls can relate to a male hero, but boys and men can't relate to a female hero.
Jennifer Lawrence
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Harriet Tubman
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.
William Ellery Channing
You must do the things you think you cannot do.
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Her phone rang again. What? she snapped as she answered it. Myrnin, of course. Are you on your way? No! Claire, there are things to do. Here, too, she said. And I’m staying here, believe me. Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, Bob would be very disappointed in you. Bob the spider? He looks at you like a mother, you know. I’m surprised at your lack of work ethic. Think of the example you set for— She hung up on him and turned the phone on vibrate and relaxed in Shane’s arms.
Rachel Caine
People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.
Rachel Caine
I Promise," Shane said. "You'd better, jerkface," Eve said. "How's the head?" "Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school?" "I love you," Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. "I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable." "Jerkface." "Much better.
Rachel Caine
Claire said. I might be able to get him to stop. Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off, Shane said. I kind of worry. She couldn’t help but smile. Yeah? A little bit. That’s …nice. He studied her, and returned the smile. Yeah, he said. Kind of is, actually.
Rachel Caine
I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. Why does that feel so good? I asked. And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days. Like calls to like, he said. You’re made of fire now. So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.
Rachel Caine
