“She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a song without words. Yet it spoke of the beauty in the heart of the flame, of the passing… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
“She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a song without… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
“Yet some would say, why women's history at all? Surely men and women have always shared a world, and suffered together all its rights… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
“Oh, I know, I know, she was a sweet girl, a simple country girl; everyone told me that, both then and since. But I… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
“Every one of the “great” belief systems of the world, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism and Confucianism, insists on women’s inferiority as an article of… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
That he loved her was his life’s greatest grace—that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare. — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
To face a man in combat is challenge enough. To find the goddess in a woman is the life work of a man. Hard… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
No other woman had that air of spring in January, that ever-bubbling fount of love and hope. — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
