It is not a national question concerning India any longer; it is purely international.
AGNES SMEDLEYNo one yet knows what a man’s province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.
More Agnes Smedley Quotes
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I was ashamed of them and their ways of life. But now – yes, I love them; they are a part of my blood; they, with all their virtues and their faults, played a great part in forming my way of looking at life.
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Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment.
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There are many men – such as those often to be found among the Indians – who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.
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She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
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Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own.
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I believe only in money, not in love or tenderness. Love and tenderness meant only pain and suffering and defeat.
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To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.
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It was a technical Marxist subject and I did not understand it nor did I know what questions to ask.
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I have always detested the belief that sex is the chief bond between man and woman.
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I forgot the songs they sung – and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue.
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More and more do I see that only a successful revolution in India can break England’s back forever and free Europe itself.
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For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.
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I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.
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New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.
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Professors could silence me then; they had figures, diagrams, maps, books.
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