Quotes About Progress

Mary lifted her own steno book. Only about six pages old, it still had its cool, slim heft and straight cardboard covers. By the end of the month, its pages would be bloated with the pencil strokes of her shorthand, its back would be cracked and its edges softened. And then she would begin another. The march of time. Pauline's eyes

Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person.

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

There is a change coming I think in the lives of girls and women. Yes. But it is up to us to make it come. All women have had up till now has been their connection with men. All we have had. No more lives of our own, really, than domestic animals. He shall hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, a little closer than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. Tennyson wrote that. It's true. Was true. You will want to have children, though.

Do you ever think that there used to be more sensible explanations about things than there are now?

But when she was finished running away, when she just went on, what would she put in his place?

Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person.

There is a change coming I think in the lives of girls and women. Yes, but it is up to us to make it come.

People grow up by living.

You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.

In the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway

It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway.

People grow up by living. I want to live.

Finally, I thought, I had reached the future that was no future.

So much in life is about almosts, not quites.

Being a student meant always looking up to someone wiser and always measuring yourself against that wisdom and knowledge.

The nature of this flower is to bloom.

we are the ones we have been waiting for

The world is changing. It is no longer a world just for boys and men

We all have to start somewhere if us want to do better, an d out of self is what us have to hand

Well, I say, we all have to start somewhere if us want to do better, and our own self is what us have to hand.

They were women then My mama's generation Husky of voice stout of Step With fists as well as Hands How they battered down Doors And ironed Starched white Shirts How they led Armies Headragged generals Across mined Fields Booby-trapped Ditches To discover books Desks A place for us How they knew what we MUST know Without knowing a page Of it Themselves.

The world is changing, I said. It is no longer a world just for boys and men.

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly