Lara Ximenes

“Simply put, feminism is a movement to end sexism, sexist exploitation, and oppression. This was a definition of feminism I offered in Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center more than 10 years ago. It was my hope at the time that it would become a common definition everyone would use. I liked this definition because it did not imply that men were the enemy. By naming sexism as the problem it went directly to the heart of the matter. Practically, it is a definition which implies that all sexist thinking and action is the problem, whether those who perpetuate it are female or male, child or adult. It is also broad enough to include an understanding of systemic institutionalized sexism. As a definition it is open-ended. To understand feminism it implies one has to necessarily understand sexism.”
― Bell Hooks, Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics

“Pedro da Maia amava! Era um amor à Romeu, vindo de repente numa troca de olhares fatal e deslumbradora, uma dessas paixões que assaltam uma existência, a assolam como um furacão, arrancando a vontade, a razão, os respeitos humanos e empurrando-os de roldão aos abismos.”
― Eça de Queirós, Os Maias

“E há poucas coisas mais dolorosas do que perder a intimidade com alguém que se ama. É uma neblina que se põe lentamente e vai esborratando tudo. É uma série de portas que se fecham, de tempos e sítios que já não voltam, e a outra pessoa perde-se de nós.”
― João Pedro Marques, A Aluna Americana

“Intellectually, I knew her criticisms of my body said more about her than they did about me; I knew they reflected the wider cultural values we’d both been steeped in all our lives that equated thinness with female beauty and, indeed, value. But they cut me to the core anyway. They heightened my sense of loss and longing for my mom, which was particularly acute in the years when I was becoming a mother myself. She would’ve said I was beautiful. She would’ve commiserated and assured me I was doing great. She would’ve told me everything was going to be okay, regardless of my weight. She would’ve been everything that Joan was not.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Two Women Walk into a Bar