People criticize a woman who gives up love, yet no one criticizes the man for the same story. The woman bears the blame in love and life.

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People criticize a woman who gives up love, yet no one criticizes the man for the same story. The woman bears the blame in love and life.

A natural fusion of great satisfaction and complete happiness. I am man and woman - a comfortable state that lives in harmony, co-operating. A great mind is androgynous.

Her soul is beginning to lift in the stillness and accept her own worthiness.

That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.

I have anxiety about female assertion - being both female and writer. Female creativity is both fascinating and frightening to critics.

The life of the average woman could make a book, for they should rewrite history through inconspicuous great lives.

Love and hate are honest feelings that life demands in her own voice and power.

I am a stranger to myself with mysterious motives, yearning for freedom and danger.

For a few moments she was left alone, these moments of solitude, free from eyes upon her, felt good.

Her face held the promise of heaven.
