“A reminder, in itself, takes tremendous mental effort by you. It requires knowing what needs to be done, remembering what needs to be done, and reminding someone to get it done, whereas the person being reminded gets off easy. He doesn't have to remember a thing, nor does he worry about forgetting. And if you think about it, reminding and praising is the daily work of parenting children, not partnering with husbands.”
Source: Fair Play: A Game-Changing Solution for When You Have Too Much to Do
“I'm not your wife. I am your maid, your cook, someone you sleep with when you feel like it. I've been doing all the giving, everyone else is doing all the taking, including your sorry brothers and Monique's trifling ass. I have nothing else to give.”
Source: Sugar Ain't So Sweet
“Het gevoel dat je enkel bestaat in functie van anderen, dat je manager bent van een huishouden zonder een managersloon of erkenning … dat dooft je verlangen.”
Source: Kut genoeg om een boek over te schrijven
“Viele Frauen sind in ihrem Leben damit beschäftigt, sich in Männer hineinzuversetzen, ihnen beizustehen, ihr Leben zu organisieren oder sich um deren Gesundheit zu kümmern. Dem wäre nichts entgegenzusetzen, wenn Männer im Gegenzug das Gleiche für Frauen täten.”
Source: Ich bin nicht eure Feelgood-Managerin!: Endlich aufhören, sich für die Gefühle anderer verantwortlich zu fühlen - SPIEGEL Bestseller
“Many of the most magnificent things in our world happen gently, graciously, and with no fanfare—the movement of the sun, the stars, the moon, the ocean, and the constant miracles of creation in the natural world. You, too, can become a force of nature. Don’t be afraid that your growth has to be painful and dramatic, involving lots of outward change. More often than not, it is a gentle unfolding of what is beautiful, true, purposeful and serene.”
Source: Sonder: Spiritual Fiction
“Isn’t that momentous? Women! A krewe of women. Turning the tide on men! We are making history here. Yes, this moment! Making history.” The woman had barely taken a breath. She tapped Constance on the arm and picked up her fork to begin her hors d’oeuvre of boudin-stuffed mushrooms.
Constance leaned toward the woman as if wishing to speak more directly. In truth, she wanted to see the name on the place card. She had time to make out only the first name: Marianne. “Ah, yes, Marianne,” she said. “It is history, isn’t it? You are so very right.”
“It is time that women spoke up for themselves, did for themselves, and we are part of that wave that will surely come to shore when we get the vote. But for now, having our own ball will have to suffice.”
The woman turned to her neighbor on the other side.
“Indeed.” Constance finished the last bit of mushroom, speaking to the air. Her fork clanged on the plate as the uniformed server whisked it away. It was replaced immediately with a sumptuous, but unpretentious luncheon plate of shrimp and asparagus, with a decorative sprig of green grapes.”
Source: The Seamstress of New Orleans
“Just as this female krewe had turned the table on men, now they turned the table on convention. Not one queen, they agreed. No. Why should there be only one? “Let us have four, one for each point of the compass, to include the whole of womanhood. One each of the various symbols of female identity—-Semiramis, Pocahontas, Juliet, and Brunhilde. All womanhood included in royalty!” they declared.”
Source: The Seamstress of New Orleans
“Constance leaned over the parchment and ostensibly studied in detail all the complex symbols worked into the design: the compass with four needles, each needle a scepter; the red poppies worked into the gold-embellished borders; the mythical figures, each veiled face a woman’s.”
Source: The Seamstress of New Orleans
“When Jarod Kintz gets married, I want to wear his grandpa to the ceremony, telling everyone we're Siamese twins from the future-past. Meow.”
Source: Nothing is here...
“s Middags ging ik met Sven lunchen in de stad. We liepen langs een groep jongens met petjes en scooters.
'Homo's!' riep een van de jongens. De andere lachten en een plastic flesje stuiterde over de straatstenen onze kant op.
'Hoorde je dat?' vroeg ik verrukt aan Sven. 'Ze bedoelen mij ook!”
Source: Welkom bij de club