Quotes & Sayings About Being A Strong Woman After A Breakup

When I was girl by Nilus stream
I watched the deserts stars arise;
My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx,
Learned all his dreaming from eyes.
I bore in Greece a burning name,
And I have been in Italy
Madonna to a painter-lad,
And mistress to a Medici.
And have you heard (and I have heard)
Of puzzled men with decorous mien,
Who judged - the wench knew far too much -
And burnt her on the Salem green? — Adelaide Crapsey

For over 1,700 years, the Jews have been bewailing their sad fate in that they have been exiled from their homeland, as they call Palestine. But gentlemen, did the world give it to them in fee simple, they would at once find some reason for not returning. Why? Because they are vampires, and vampires do not live on vampires. They cannot live only among themselves. They must subsist on Christians and other people not of their race. — Benjamin Franklin

In Islam, culture does not exist.
When you accept Islam.
You accept the Quran, Allah's words. — Zarina Bibi

One of the very worst uses of time is to do something very well that need not to be done at all. — Brian Tracy

That is also an idiom." Wilem grumbled. "Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?" He shook his head. — Patrick Rothfuss

If a man is proud of his wealth, he should not be praised until it is known how he employs it. — Socrates

For what use is it to forbid what we can't prevent? If books are forbidden, children read them on the sly. — Andre Gide

If
If your hand came, dead in the dead of night,
And touched my forehead, waking me to see
You standing dead there in the dead of night,
I who fear ghosts would have no fear at all.
I'd greet you with the tenderest hello
And you would smile, though sad. And then you'd go.
There would be nothing deathly in your death
For your love always was the laughing sort
That quickened life and would not die with death.
And when you'd gone, I would not want to weep
That loving gaiety would still be there
Filling with its own peace the quickened air. — Norman MacCaig

I was born in Boston, Massachusetts on May 16, 1923, the only child of Joel and Sylvia Miller. — Merton Miller