“I'm not some delicate poppy that you can pluck from the ground, quick to wilt away...A flower you can crush in your fist. I am the saffron that wraps its roots around your neck.” FeminismFemale Rage Book:Lullaby Source: Lullaby
“I’m not a pretty bouquet of flowers that one places on the mantelpiece then leaves to wilt. I’m a poisonous flower. A dangerous one. Try to eat her and she will kill you. I won’t let myself be governed by any man, least of all my husband. I need to get out and take back the reins.” FeminismFemale Rage Book:Lullaby Source: Lullaby