4 Quotes by Olga Broumas

Sisterhood – that is, primary and bonding love from women – is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of will.

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

When you died I didn’t weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.

Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.