"Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon...."

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Source : Alfred Noyes (1920). “Collected Poems”

Alfred Noyes

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“The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.”
“Discipline yourself, so no one else has to.”
“the last decade has seen a powerful counterassault on women's rights, a backlash, an attempt to retract the handful of small and hard-won victories that the feminist movement did manage to win for women. This counterassault is largely insidious: in a kind of pop-culture version of the Big Lie, it stands the truth boldly on its head and proclaims that the very steps that have elevated women's position have actually led to their downfall.”

Source : Susan Faludi (1991). “Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women”
“And then it occurs to me. They are frightened. In me, they see their own daughters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all the truths and hopes they have brought to America. They see daughters who grow impatient when their mothers talk in Chinese, who think they are stupid when they explain things in fractured English. They see that joy and luck do not mean the same to their daughters, that to these closed American-born minds "joy luck" is not a word, it does not exist. They see daughters who will bear grandchildren born without any connecting hope passed from generation to generation.”

Source : Amy Tan (2006). “The Joy Luck Club”, p.40, Penguin
“I like New York. There are similarities with London that make it feel rather like home, but at the same time it's slightly fictional.”
“We must not measure greatness from the mansion down, but from the manger up. Jesus said that we should not be judged by the bark we wear but by the fruit that we bear. Jesus said that we must measure greatness by how we treat the least of these.”
“There is always a fear that i’ll be in Europe somewhere, and this little blue-eyed kid would come over to me with his mom and go, “dada, dada”.”
“That worst evil of long dictatorships: the loss of all political experience.”

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