Just as traffic symbols, when driving, make us almost unconsciously aware of a steep hill, an intersection, an icy bridge etc.
ADRIENNE RICHMuch male fear of feminism is infantilism–the longing to remain the mother’s son, to possess a woman who exists purely for him.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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How shall we ever make the world intelligent of our movement? I do not think that the answer lies in trying to render feminism easy, popular, and instantly gratifying.
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There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.
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When someone, let’s say a teacher, speaks of the world and you are not in it, it’s like looking into the mirror and seeing nothing.
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Marriage is lonelier than solitude.
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A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
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A president cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.’”
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If you are trying to transform a brutalized society into one where people can live in dignity and hope, you begin with the empowering of the most powerless. You build from the ground up.
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he ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves.
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We must use what we have to invent what we desire.
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There is no simple formula for the relationship of art to justice…In the end, I don’t think we can separate art from overall human dignity and hope. My concern for my country is inextricable from my concerns as an artist.
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I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn’t know that, and I have no carbons.
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I think of poetry as something out there in the world and within each of us. I don’t mean that everyone can write poetry – it’s an art, a craft.
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What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
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What would it mean to live in a city whose people were changing each other’s despair into hope?– You yourself must change it.
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Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.
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