Women have served the magic and delicious power of the earth and the glories of unknown crowns and heroic action.

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Women have served the magic and delicious power of the earth and the glories of unknown crowns and heroic action.
She loved him for making her feel beautiful and the feeling of being wanted as a woman.
The voice of a poetess a nightingale, is to speak from a bewildered brain.
The female form is fated to male-defined vision. She must deconstruct the self the individuality to ultimately represent the subversive feminine symbol.
Her story begins quite naturally, where she is a sullen and friendless ugly duckling. Poor, plain and invisible. The plight of all Cinderellas.
I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.
I shall explain her frenzied anxiety in this: the woman was married.
The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.
In the silence of the soft air he heard her and he wondered what pain made her laugh like that.
Tomorrow the prince turns into a warted toad, I know this well enough.