Yet there were times when he did love her with all the kindness she demanded, and how was she to know what were those times? Alone she raged against his cheerfulness and put herself at the mercy of her own love and longed to be free of it because it made her less than he and dependent on him. But how could she be free of chains she had put upon herself? Her soul was all tempest. The dreams she had once had of her life were dead. She was in prison in the house. And yet who was her jailer except herself?
Pearl S. BuckFrench is the most beautiful,” he said, “and Italian is the most poetic, and Russian the most powerful, German the most solid. But more business is done in English than in any other.
Pearl S. BuckHad she not created even him? Perhaps for that he never forgave her, but hated her and fought her secretly, and dominated her and oppressed her and kept her locked in houses and her feet bound and her waist tied, and forbade her wages and skills and learning, and widowed her when she was dead, and burned her sometimes to ashes, pretending that it was her faithfulness that did it.
Pearl S. BuckYou are right,” he had said. “Love is not the word. No one can love his neighbor. Say, rather, ‘Know thy neighbor as thyself.” That is, comprehend his hardships and understand his position, deal with his faults as gently as with your own. Do not judge him where you do not judge yourself. Madame, this is the meaning of the word love.
Pearl S. BuckInside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up
Pearl S. BuckSelf-expression must pass into communication for its fulfillment.
Pearl S. BuckOut of the woman's great brown breast the milk gushed forth for the child, milk as white as snow, and when the child suckled at the one breast it flowed like a fountain from the other, ans she let it flow. There was more than enough for the child, greedy though he was, life enough for many children, and she let it flow out carelessly, conscious of her abundance. There was always more. Sometimes she lifted her breast and let it flow out upon the ground to save her clothing, and it sank into the earth and made a soft, dark, rich spot in the field. The child fat and good-natured and ate of the inexhaustible life his mother gave him.
Pearl S. BuckMots clés motherhood power-of-women
لا داعى للخوف من صوت الرصاص ..
فالرصاصة التى تقتلك لن تسمع صوتها..!!
تستطيع أن تعرف كم عمرك ، من خلال حجم الألم الذي تشعر به حين تكون في مواجهة فكرة جديدة !
(بيرل بوك)
” You can judge your age by the amount of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea !
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Pearl S. BuckNothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
Pearl S. BuckMots clés love marriage understanding
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