Women

"If Love the Virgin's Heart invade, How, like a Moth, the simple Maid Still plays about the Flame!"

"A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora."

"Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!"

"Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity."

"MAIDEN, n. A young person of the unfair sex addicted to clewless conduct and views that madden to crime. The genus has a wide geographical distribution, being found wherever sought and deplored wherever found. The maiden is not altogether unpleasing to the eye, nor (without her piano and her views) insupportable to the ear, though in respect to comeliness distinctly inferior to the rainbow, and, with regard to the part of her that is audible, bleating out of the field by the canary — which, also, is more portable."

"And lang, lang may the maidens sit Wi’ their gowd kames in their hair, A-waiting for their ain dear loves! For them they’ll see nae mair."

"O I forbid you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by , For young Tam Lin is there.For even about that knight’s middle O’ siller bells are nine; And nae maid comes to Carterhaugh And a maid returns again."

"Then when they had had their joy of food, she and her handmaids, they threw off their head-gear and fell to playing at ball, and white-armed Nausicaa was leader in the song. And even as Artemis, the archer, roves over the mountains, along the ridges of lofty Taÿgetus, or Erymanthus, joying in the pursuit of boars and swift deer, and with her sport the wood-nymphs, the daughters of Zeus who bears the aegis, and Leto is glad at heart—high above them all Artemis holds her head and brows, and easily may she be known, though all are fair—so amid her handmaidens shone the maid unwed."

"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid."

"A maiden is like a half-blown damask rose, fair as a dream and full of the sweet fragrance of the purity of dawning womanhood."

"Maids are like contentment in this life, Which all the world have sought, but none enjoy’d."

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where s might despair."

"The spotless maid is like the blooming rose Which on its native stem unsullied grows."

""Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "I am going a-milking sir," she said. "May I go with you, my pretty maid?" "You are kindly welcome sir," she said. "What is your father, my pretty maid?" "My father's a farmer, sir," she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. "Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid?" "Nobody asked you sir," she said."

"If you can kiss the mistress, never kiss the maid."

"She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love."

"He that would woo a maid must feign, lie and flatter, But he that woos a widow must down with his britches and at her."

"Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives."

"The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music."

"The great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbors, and will come together as human beings."

"Some times with secure delight The up-land Hamlets will invite, When the merry Bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the Chequer'd shade."

"How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!"

"The heart of a man to the heart of a maid — Light of my tents, be fleet — Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet."

"Codepink applauds President Trump’s decision to withdraw U.S. troops from Syria. The president made a statement on Twitter that the U.S had defeated ISIS in Syria, saying this was his only reason for being there. The statement contradicts that National Security Adviser John Bolton’s comments earlier in September that “the United States wouldn’t be leaving Syria so long as Iranian forces continued to operate there.” We are glad that the president has not followed Bolton’s advice. Bolton was a cheerleader for the US invasion of Iraq, an invasion that devastated the country and led to the creation of ISIS. In turn, the US fight against ISIS in Syria and Iraq was marked by ruthless, indiscriminate bombings that led to thousands of civilian casualties... We also call on all foreign powers that have been involved in Syria’s destruction, including the United States, to take responsibility for rebuilding this nation and providing assistance to the Syrian people, including the refugees, who have suffered so tragically for over seven years."

"Others, like the American antiwar group Code Pink, have morphed over time. Code Pink once criticized China's rights record but now defends its internment of the predominantly Muslim Uyghurs, which human rights experts have labeled a crime against humanity."

"“We are anxious to see firsthand how the sweeping US sanctions are affecting ordinary Iranians so we can come back and convey their stories,” said CODEPINK cofounder Medea Benjamin. “We also want to show the people of Iran that there are Americans who oppose our government’s bellicose policies and want to live in peace with our Iranian neighbors.”"

"“Americans should challenge policies of our country that are wrong and harm others,” said retired US Army Colonel and former US diplomat Ann Wright. “The Trump administration’s abrogation of the nuclear agreement and the increased sanctions on Iran are harmful and dangerous, which is why our people-to-people delegation is so important.”"

"A CODEPINK delegation of 30 Americans will be traveling to Iran from February 25–March 6 to express their deep concern to the Iranian people about the effect of the Trump administration’s crippling sanctions, abrogation of the Nuclear Agreement and building a case for war. The delegation is composed of lawyers, journalists, physicians, activists, artists, and other professionals who hope to help move our two nations from a place of hostility and military threats to a place of mutual respect and peace. Delegates will be meeting Iranian academics, students, artists, religious leaders and parliamentarians."

"FoxNews hates the #SyriaWithdrawal. So does #MSNBC and #CNN. So both parties, cable networks and weapons makers all agree. No wonder our wars never end."

"A very angry Senator John McCain denounced CODEPINK activists as “low-life scum” for holding up signs reading “Arrest Kissinger for War Crimes” and dangling handcuffs next to Henry Kissinger’s head during a Senate hearing on January 29. McCain called the demonstration “disgraceful, outrageous and despicable,” accused the protesters of “physically intimidating” Kissinger and apologized profusely to his friend for this “deeply troubling incident.” But if Senator McCain was really concerned about physical intimidation, perhaps he should have conjured up the memory of the gentle Chilean singer/songwriter Victor Jara. After Kissinger facilitated the September 11, 1973 coup against Salvador Allende that brought the ruthless Augusto Pinochet to power, Victor Jara and 5,000 others were rounded up in Chile’s National Stadium. Jara’s hands were smashed and his nails torn off; the sadistic guards then ordered him to play his guitar. Jara was later found dumped on the street, his dead body riddled with gunshot wounds and signs of torture... Rather than calling peaceful protesters “despicable”, perhaps Senator McCain should have used that term to describe Kissinger’s role in the brutal 1975 Indonesian invasion of East Timor, which took place just hours after Kissinger and President Ford visited Indonesia. They had given the Indonesian strongman the US green light—and the weapons—for an invasion that led to a 25-year occupation in which over 100,000 soldiers and civilians were killed or starved to death. McCain could have also perused the warrant issued by French Judge Roger Le Loire to have Kissinger appear before his court. When the French served Kissinger with summons in 2001 at the Ritz Hotel in Paris, Kissinger fled the country. More indictments followed from Spain, Argentina, Uruguay — even a civil suit in Washington DC."

""I deny your suggestion that I follow the direction of any political party, my husband or any other government or their representatives," she said in a written statement. "I have always followed my values."

"...Trump should continue to stand up to the neocons & the military-industrial complex that profit from endless war by bringing these troops home as well.... We call on all sides to stop military actions and instead focus on the peace process.... #Syria"

"[Singham married Jodie Evans, a co-founder of Code Pink, in 2017] Ms. Evans now stridently supports China. She casts it as a defender of the oppressed and a model for economic growth without slavery or war. "If the U.S. crushes China," she said in [a Code Pink video posted on YouTube] in 2021, it "would cut off hope for the human race and life on Earth." She describes the Uyghurs as terrorists and defends their mass detention. "We have to do something," she said in 2021. In a recent YouTube video chat, she was asked if she had anything negative to say about China. "I can’t, for the life of me, think of anything," Ms. Evans responded."

"Since 2017, about a quarter of Code Pink’s donations — more than $1.4 million — have come from two groups linked to Mr. Singham, nonprofit records show."

"What is less known, and is hidden amid a tangle of nonprofit groups and shell companies, is that Mr. [[w:Neville Roy Singham|[Neville Roy] Singham]] works closely with the Chinese government media machine and is financing its propaganda worldwide."

"Pregnancy seemed like a tremendous abdication of control. Something growing inside you which would eventually usurp your life."

"It's all very well for a man. He doesn't have to go through this sort of thing, and he knows he never will have to. How can he understand? He may mean as well as a saint, but he's always on the outside. He can never know what it's like, even in a normal way — so what sort of an idea can he have of this? Of how it feels to lie awake at night with the humiliating knowledge that one is simply being used? — As if one were not a person at all, but just a kind of mechanism, a sort of incubator."

"You become like a vampire when you're pregnant: your senses are so sensitive and your emotions are so heightened – that helps with performance because you really feel things. Any stories about something happening to little girls killed me. Put it this way: I did not find Inside Out uplifting."

"I begin to love this little creature, and to anticipate his birth as a fresh twist to a knot which I do not wish to untie."

"And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one."

": Wilt dine with me, Apemantus? : No, I eat not lords. : An thou shouldst, thou'dst anger ladies. : O, they eat lords. So they come by great bellies. : That's a lascivious apprehension. : So thou apprehend'st it, take it for thy labour."

"As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry."

"She's quick; the child brags in her belly already."

"He ploughed her, and she cropped."

"I dreamed of you for the first time the other night. You were swaddled in a blanket and floating. Your hair was dark brown before it curled and turned blonde, just like your father's. I brought my head down to my clavicle and nuzzled you, melting a little. I told you, or did you tell me that it wasn't time yet? We are waiting for you, wondering who you will be. I've made a habit of Googling strange changes in my body in the off chance they might be connected to your existence. Too much saliva, bleeding gums, muscle pains in the lower abdomen. Every time, no matter how seemingly random, all of these symptoms are correct, connected to the making of you. I'm reminded my body is marching onward without any help from me. There is a quietness that comes with pregnancy, a humbling. I'm listening for you. I'm full of wonder. Mornings and nights, my stomach grows. It's getting colder, an election is coming. I feel you flutter underneath my belly button. I want you to see the world's potential. You feel like the world's potential. I'm driving through Manhattan, looking out the backseat window of my friend's car, studying pedestrians as they move through the city. A man crosses the street in glasses, another jogs in place, his eyes focused ahead of him. I stare at these strangers. Will that be you? I wonder. I'm in the shower, rearranging all the names I'm thinking of for you in my head. I peer down at my belly and say one of them aloud to see if it fits. Water steadily beats against my back. In that moment I can't feel it myself or the space around me. Just you. Hello, I think, is that you? My chest swells and my eyes sting with the thought that one day soon, so very soon, your presence will be real. I close my eyes and try to imagine you moving through the pixelated darkness of my mind's eye. I cannot wait to see who you will be."

"They did not understand how my world had shrunk. They couldn't see that the bigger I got, the smaller I became, and they didn't understand that once the baby came, I would be gone!"

"Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has one solution: it is called pregnancy."

"The question is not 'Can a man do it?' It's 'If a man does have a successful pregnancy, can he survive it?'"

"In the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her."

"So Fanfare for the Makers: ... As mothers sit up late night after night Moulding a life."