Anita Diamant Quotes (18 Quotes)

In Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden with a blue musk so powerful it seemed that even the fish and ducks would swoon. By night, the flower might wither but the perfume lasted. Fainter and fainter, but never quite gone. Even many days later, the lotus remained in the garden. Months would pass and a bee would alight near the spot where the lotus had blossomed, and its essence was released again, momentary but undeniable.

It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah.

My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.

On the day that the intelligence and talents of women are fully honored and employed, the human community and the planet itself will benefit in ways we can only begin to imagine.

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.

One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.

The hills in the distance held my life in a bowl filled with everything I could possibly want.

The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life -- without flinching or whining-the stronger the daughter.

The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.

The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.

Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers?

I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.

I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers.

I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.

They're highly functional. But they protect each other from their problems. It's a garden-variety problem. ... I think people protect each other in families a lot, out of love.