“Petals floating by, Drift through my woman’s hand, As she remembers me.”

Source: Startide Rising (1983), Chapter 103 (p. 418)

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Elisabeth Elliot (1926–2015) American missionary

“She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man.
She loves him in spite of his ways she don't understand.
With teardrops & laughter they pass through this world hand in hand,
A good hearted woman, lovin' a good timin' man.”

Waylon Jennings (1937–2002) American country music singer, songwriter, and musician

Good Hearted Woman, title track from Good Hearted Woman, written with Willie Nelson (1972).
Song lyrics

“The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.”

Robert Jordan book The Eye of the World

al'Lan Mandragoran
(15 January 1990)
Source: The Eye of the World

“She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.”

Cassandra Clare The City of Lost Souls

Source: City of Lost Souls

“The working-class woman shows me much more than the ladies who are totally limited by conventional behavior. The working-class woman shows me her hands, her feet, and her hair. She lets me see the shape and form of her body through her clothes. She presents herself and the expression of her feelings openly, without disguises.”

Käthe Kollwitz (1867–1945) German artist

Quoted in Käthe Kollwitz: Woman and Artist (1976) by Martha Kearns The Feminist Press, ISBN 0-912-67015-0, p. 82.
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“There is a fair woman in the west,
who is as bright as sunlight.
She wears a dress of the finest silk
and jewelry shines from her left, her right.
Her face is a charm, so full of grace,
lightly perfuming the breeze.
Climbing upward, she keeps watch for her loved one,
holding her sleeves, she faces the morning sun.
She hovers, she drifts through the sky,
waving her sleeves, she dances,
flies like the wind, like a cloud, in [a] trance.
Every so often, she glances at me,
but for me this beauty is out of reach.
Left alone, I lament my fate.”

Ruan Ji (210–263) One of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove

Poem XIX, translated by Wu Fusheng and Graham Hartill in The Poem of Ruan Ji (2006), p. 39, as reported in Constructing Irregular Theology (2009) by Paul S. Chung, p. 13

“It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.”

Maya Angelou book Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women

Source: Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women

“And my mother said—and I remember this as if it were yesterday—my mother with a washcloth in her hand and me standing at the sink, she said, "You must have said something to get them angry."”

Harlan Ellison (1934–2018) American writer

And it was an icicle just jammed into my chest. That my own mother—and with cause! It was not as if I was the greatest kid in the world. I was a troublemaker! I was a brat! I was a big-mouth pain in the ass! But that my own mother would not understand—at that moment I had what, now at age seventy-two I understand, was an enormous epiphany, which is: I really cannot support it, I cannot bear it, when people laugh at me. <br class="br">Source: Dreams with Sharp Teeth (2008) https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1018887/ (documentary), at about 28:10. <br class="br">Context: About being beaten up by bullies as a child.

“I know
Not these my hands
And yet I think there was
A woman like me once had hands
Like these.”

Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914) American writer

Amaze
Verses (1915)

“Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.”

Sylvia Plath book Crossing the Water

"Mirror" http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/mirror.html <br class="br">Crossing the Water (1971)

“Petals floating by, Drift through my woman’s hand, As she remembers me.”

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