No other woman had that air of spring in January, that ever-bubbling fount of love and hope. — 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 words. Yet it spoke of the beauty in the heart of the flame, of the passing glory of the white bird on the wing, and the blossom of the sea spray under the shining prow. It… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share
“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 and wrongs? It is a common belief that whatever the situation, both sexes faced it alike. But the male peasant, however cruelly oppressed, always had the right to beat his wife. The black slave had to… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share
“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
