“The art of life is not controlling what happens to us, but using what happens to us”

Helping begins with listening.

The origins of violence against women by men are not biological. If that were the case, it would exist in every culture. And it doesn’t exist in every culture.

So whatever you want to do, just do it… Making a damn fool of yourself is absolutely essential.

Women tend to be conservative in youth and get more radical as they get older because they lose power with age. So, if a young woman is not a feminist, I say, just wait.

Law and justice are not always the same. When they aren’t, destroying the law may be the first step toward changing it.

There is a naive belief that injustice only had to be pointed out in order to be cured.

Clinging to the past is the problem. Embracing change is the answer.

Behave like everything you do matters.

What would happen if even one generation were raised with respect and without violence?

when pain has been intertwined with love and closeness, it’s very difficult to believe that love and closeness can be experienced without pain.

By the year 2000 we will, I hope, raise our children to believe in human potential, not God.

There are many ways of supporting gender equality, from something as simple as paid sick leave and flexible work hours to attributing an economic value to all care-giving, and making that amount tax deductible.

The future depends entirely on what each of us does every day; a movement is only people moving.

Rich People plan for three generations Poor people plan for Saturday night

I have me brave women who are exploring the outer edge of human possibility, with no history to guide them, and with a courage to make themselves vulnerable that I find moving beyond words.

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.

Hope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.

You’re a work of art only just framed by my eager fingertips.

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

The art of being a slave is to rule one’s master.

You thought you could take advantage of my heart. But I’ve mastered revenge and made it an art.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.