Quotes About Empowerment

You live, Loreda," she whispered. "And know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every single second Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how much I loved you." Find your voice and use it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ take chances Ã¢â'¬Â¦ never give up.

She thought: It doesn't hurt, it's just my body. They can't touch my soul. It had become her mantra.

We came to find a better life, to feed our children. We aren't lazy or shiftless. We don't want to live the way we do. It's time," she said. "Time to say, No more. No more company store cheating us and keeping us poor. No more lowering wages. No more using us up and spitting us out and pitting us against each other. We deserve better. No more.

The world can be changed by a handful of courageous people. Today we fight on behalf of those who are afraid.

find my woman's voice, even in this man's world.

Leni wondered if one person could ever really save another, or if it was the kind of thing you had to do for yourself.

most of all, she'd learned that she had to rely on herself. Certainly her father and her sister couldn't be counted on.

Help. It was what women did for one another, even when there was no way to accomplish it.

She has tried to go on alone. Really tried. She is trying still, in her way, but sometimes one person can hold you up in life, keep you standing, and without that hand to hold, you can find yourself free-falling no matter how strong you used to be, no matter how hard you try to remain steady.

No one could hurt you if you didn't let them. A good offense was the best defense.

warrior believes in an end she can't see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself. It sounds like motherhood to me.

It was always about the men. They seemed to think it meant nothing to cook and clean and bear children and tend gardens. But we women of the Great Plains worked from sunup to sundown too, too, toiled on wheat farms until we were as dry and baked as the land we loved.

She gave him a pointed look. Did people say things like this to men? Women were integral to the Resistance. Why couldn't men see that? He

voice. And maybe

All she knew was that a voice could offer light in a dark place, and light could lead you out.

Well, I won't get help standing here wishing life were different.

Happiness was a choice she knew how to make. She chose not to think about the things that bothered her; that way, they disappeared.

Someone told her she couldn't do something; she did it. Every barrier she turned into a gate.

Sometimes a person had to stand up and say enough was enough.

I'm a Rossignol. A Nightingale in my own way.

Men tell stories. Women get on with it.

You think you have to hold it all in, and if you let any of it go, you'll shatter into tiny pieces and you won't know who you are. But it doesn't work that way. It's more like…opening your eyes in a room you'd expected to be dark. You can see things, and it makes you feel stronger.

Happiness was a choice she knew how to make.

This book is dedicated to "us." The girls. Friends who see one another through the hard times, big and small, year in and year out. You know who you are. Thanks;