I will not say that women have no character rather, they have a new one every day. – Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. – Heinrich Heine
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle. – Heinrich Heine
I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing. – Anne Lamott