Quotes About Empowerment

There's nothing like a shovel full of dirt to encourage literacy.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

You refuse to own yourself, you permit others to do it for you

You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can't get me out of the story. I'm the plot, babe, and don't ever forget it.

This above all, to refuse to be a victim. Unless I can do that I can do nothing.

If you don't like it, change it, we said, to each other and to ourselves. And so we would change for the man, for another one. Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.

Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy.

I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.

You are of course fully in control of what you choose to read

Gender roles suck, says Swift Fox. Then you should stop playing them, thinks Toby.

But I was the daughter of a Naiad. Behave like water, I told myself. Don't try to oppose them. When they try to grasp you, slip through their fingers. Flow around them.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum (Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down)

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.

I wasn't even sure I wanted a man in my life again; by that time I'd exhausted the notion that the answer to a man is another man, and I was out of breath.

I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all those things for themselves.

I knelt to examine the floor, and there it was, in tiny writing, quite fresh it seemed, scratched with a pin or maybe just a fingernail, in the corner where the darkest shadow fell: Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

Margaret Atwood

Nobody has any authority on the fucks that other people give.

Nobody is any authority of the fucks other people give.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used. Powerlessness and silence go together.

She'd learned a lot of things from Zeb in his Urban Bloodshed Limitation classes: in Zeb's view, the first bloodshed to be limited should be your own.

I don't want a man around, what use are they except for ten seconds' worth of half babies. A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.