{"quotes":[{"text":"We are diamonds in the roughThrough the thrust and toil, we come out strongWe are the breath of the earth,Our wombs tell of humanity's birthWe are seeds splattered on putrid soilsStill we sprout, through every stormWe are not here to survive,We are here to live...Inward and outwardIn the incandescence of our existenceYes, our voices may sometimes be brokenBut our spirit remains indestructible. We are women, unapologetically!","author":"Chinonye J. Chidolue","tags":["chinonye-j-chidolue","feminism","feminists","femme-fatale","femmes","international-women-s-day","international-womens-day","motivational-about-women","strength-of-a-woman","woman","woman","womanhood","womanism","women","women-and-men","women-empowerment","women-in-power","women-liberation","women-s-rights","women-supporting-women","women-writers","womens-rights"],"id":31091,"author_id":"Chinonye+J.+Chidolue"},{"text":"...Unforgivingly, and forcefully magnificent...","author":"Maquita Donyel Irvin","tags":["art","artist","be-present","beautiful-mind","beautiful-women","black-women","black-women-writers","black-writers","bloom","christian-writers","coincidence","complete","faith","faith-in-god","flower","growth","hope","imperfect","imperfections","jesus","love","love-poems","love","love-stories","lovely","no-coincidences","perfectly-imperfect","poems","purposeful-living","rare","relationship","relationships","single","single-woman","stories-of-a-polished-pistil","trust","wanderer","wanderlust","whole","women-writers"],"id":65057,"author_id":"Maquita+Donyel+Irvin"},{"text":"It was the kind of story everybody likes, about a tough girl who becomes a truer version of herself by uncovering her vulnerability. It was the kind of story people like because its universe is played out in the story of one person. It was the kind of story (dare I say it?) that women are supposed to write because all its truths are grounded in a single lie: denying chaos.","author":"Chris Kraus","tags":["expectations-of-women","female-vulnerability","female-writers","feminism","vulnerability","women","women-writers"],"id":66448,"author_id":"Chris+Kraus"},{"text":"Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.","author":"Virginia Woolf","tags":["empowerment","fiction","gender","on-fiction","problems","women","women-writers"],"id":76511,"author_id":"Virginia+Woolf"},{"text":"What did we talk about?I don't remember. We talked so hard and sat so still that I got cramps in my knee. We had too many cups of tea and then didn't want to leave the table to go to the bathroom because we didn't want to stop talking. You will think we talked of revolution but we didn't. Nor did we talk of our own souls. Nor of sewing. Nor of babies. Nor of departmental intrigue. It was political if by politics you mean the laboratory talk that characters in bad movies are perpetually trying to convey (unsuccessfully) when they Wrinkle Their Wee Brows and say (valiantly--dutifully--after all, they didn't write it) 'But, Doctor, doesn't that violate Finagle's Constant?' I staggered to the bathroom, released floods of tea, and returned to the kitchen to talk. It was professional talk. It left my grey-faced and with such concentration that I began to develop a headache. We talked about Mary Ann Evans' loss of faith, about Emily Brontë's isolation, about Charlotte Brontë's blinding cloud, about the split in Virginia Woolf's head and the split in her economic condition. We talked about Lady Murasaki, who wrote in a form that no respectable man would touch, Hroswit, a little name whose plays 'may perhaps amuse myself,' Miss Austen, who had no more expression in society than a firescreen or a poker. They did not all write letters, write memoirs, or go on the stage. Sappho--only an ambiguous, somewhat disagreeable name. Corinna? The teacher of Pindar. Olive Schriener, growing up on the veldt, wrote on book, married happily, and ever wrote another. Kate Chopin wrote a scandalous book and never wrote another. (Jean has written nothing.). There was M-ry Sh-ll-y who wrote you know what and Ch-rl-tt- P-rk-ns G-lm-an, who wrote one superb horror study and lots of sludge (was it sludge?) and Ph-ll-s Wh--tl-y who was black and wrote eighteenth century odes (but it was the eighteenth century) and Mrs. -nn R-dcl-ff- S-thw-rth and Mrs. G--rg- Sh-ld-n and (Miss?) G--rg-tt- H-y-r and B-rb-r- C-rtl-nd and the legion of those, who writing, write not, like the dead Miss B--l-y of the poem who was seduced into bad practices (fudging her endings) and hanged herself in her garter. The sun was going down. I was blind and stiff. It's at this point that the computer (which has run amok and eaten Los Angeles) is defeated by some scientifically transcendent version of pulling the plug; the furniture stood around unknowing (though we had just pulled out the plug) and Lady, who got restless when people talked at suck length because she couldn't understand it, stuck her head out from under the couch, looking for things to herd. We had talked for six hours, from one in the afternoon until seven; I had at that moment an impression of our act of creation so strong, so sharp, so extraordinarily vivid, that I could not believe all our talking hadn't led to something more tangible--mightn't you expect at least a little blue pyramid sitting in the middle of the floor?","author":"Joanna Russ","tags":["feminism","women","women-writers"],"id":92272,"author_id":"Joanna+Russ"},{"text":"When the truth emerges, it can’t be ignored. Nor will it wait.","author":"Barbara Delinsky","tags":["honesty","honesty","telling-the-truth","truth","women","women-s-fiction","women-writers"],"id":97902,"author_id":"Barbara+Delinsky"},{"text":"She felt the phrase “demand her rights” had lain inside her forever, waiting.","author":"Clarice Lispector","tags":["feminism","women-rights","women-writers"],"id":105731,"author_id":"Clarice+Lispector"},{"text":"O Sacred Heart of Mary!' she murmured by his side, and he felt how that name was food and raiment, friend and mother to her. He received the miracle in her heart into his own, saw through her eyes, knew that his poverty was as bleak as hers. When the Kingdom of Heaven had first come into the world, into a cruel world of torture and slaves and masters, He who brought it had said, 'And whosoever is least among you, the same shall be first in the Kingdom of Heaven.","author":"Willa Cather","tags":["jesus","kingdom-of-heaven","mary","women-writers"],"id":105825,"author_id":"Willa+Cather"},{"text":"Loving ourselves is a revolutionary act!","author":"Abiola Abrams","tags":["african-american-","beauty","inspirational","personal-development","revolution","self-esteem","self-help","self-love","women-writers"],"id":106029,"author_id":"Abiola+Abrams"},{"text":"Our mothers were largely silent about what happened to them as they passed through this midlife change. But a new generation of women has already started to break the wall of silence.","author":"Patricia Posner","tags":["exercise","exercises","fitness-inspiration","health","health-and-fitness","health-benefits","healthy-diet","healthy-living","menopause","trisha-posner","women-s-inspirational","women-s-strength","women-writers","womens-rights"],"id":106105,"author_id":"Patricia+Posner"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":51,"pages":6,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}