#Non temere

[la1parola3]

🌻 Grazie, Mio Signore, Dio Yahshua Ha Mashiach!

🌺 Genesi 28:15 Io sono con te, e ti proteggerò dovunque tu andrai e ti ricondurrò in questo paese, perché io non ti abbandonerò prima di aver fatto quello che ti ho detto».

🪻ISAIA 41:10 Non temere, perché io sono con te; non smarrirti, perché io sono il tuo Dio. Ti rendo forte e anche ti vengo in aiuto e ti sostengo con la destra vittoriosa.

🌻 ISAIA 43:2 Quando dovrai attraversare le acque, io sarò con te; quando attraverserai i fiumi, essi non ti sommergeranno; quando camminerai nel fuoco non sarai bruciato e la fiamma non ti consumerà,

🪷 3 perché io sono il SIGNORE, il tuo Dio, il Santo d'Israele, il tuo salvatore; io ho dato l'Egitto come tuo riscatto, l'Etiopia e Seba al tuo posto.

🏵️ 4 Perché tu sei prezioso ai miei occhi, sei stimato e io ti amo, io do degli uomini al tuo posto, e dei popoli in cambio della tua vita.

🌸 5 Non temere, perché io sono con te; io ricondurrò la tua discendenza da oriente, e ti raccoglierò da occidente.

🌼 ATTI 18:9E una notte in visione il Signore disse a Paolo: «Non aver paura, ma continua a parlare e non tacere,

🌹 GIOSUÈ 1:9 Non ti ho io comandato: Sii forte e coraggioso? Non temere dunque e non spaventarti, perché è con te il Signore tuo Dio, dovunque tu vada».

🪻 Alleluia! Grazie Mio Dio. Amen!

[tizianacerralovetrainer]

[giuseppepiredda]

Non temere ciò che avrai da soffrire, sii fedele sino alla morte!

Non temere ciò che avrai da soffrire, sii fedele sino alla morte! Gesù disse a Giovanni di scrivere delle lettere a sette Chiese, tra le quali all’Angelo della Chiesa di Smirne, che possiamo ritenere fosse colui che conduceva ed aveva maggiore autorità in quella Chiesa, quindi lo riteniamo fosse il Pastore di quella comunità. A quel Pastore Gesù si presenta dicendogli che Colui che gli parlava e…

[pensierodelgiornoblog]

“Niente nella vita è da temere, tutto va compreso. Adesso è il momento di capire di più, così da avere meno paura.” – Marie Curie

[iphisesque]

Verso l'una di notte ho realizzato che di faccia ti assomiglio vagamente ma tipo versione polentona (pallida, occhi chiari, occhiaie della madonna) enniente mi sembrava giusto condividere

la mia versione ombra...... anche questo è yuri

[simstryingtheirbestok]

Up late browsing baby name sites to use for Sims and I can't stop giggling at one I found that has to be a troll. Has to be, because there is no way anyone with even so much as a word of English to their knowledge is naming their kid TEMETERY.

[himbopunk]

TEMMIE TIME + some more yuvan & mav screenshots

(she/they for temerity, he/they for yuvan, they/them for mav!)

[helifreds]

Oh gosh this scene... what a beautiful scene

Even if I find it sad thinking that this is the last ever filmed scene of the A-Team, I sincerely couldn't ask for a better one👀

I mean, just look at them all together as a family standing next a shot-recovering Face :') and already this would be good enough... but then here t(HE)y arrives!

The way they just look into each other eyes and smile as soon as Murdock approaches the couch is making my soul deeply cry

This surely is a great frame of their relationship cause beneath all I'm very intrigued by how Face's eyes light up as soon ad he see Murdock arriving and simply answers "great, great" after he asks him how is he doing... when just a few seconds before he said the opposite (even if in a badly hidden way) to Hannibal P:

The A-Team 5x13 "Without Reservations"

[wilwheaton]

What the actual fuck, Larry David.

So I heard about it, but didn't watch it until now. Holy shit it's even worse than I thought. What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Elmo is, like, the best friend to multiple generations of children, and is currently putting mental health and caring for others in the spotlight.

And Larry Fucking David ... did ... that? And thought it was going to be ... funny?

What an asshole. What a stupid, self-centered, tone deaf asshole.

Hey, fucko: First of all, you aren't even in the segment, but you just decided to barge in and draw focus because ... why? You couldn't stand that a puppet brought people together in a meaningful way that you can't? You couldn't stand that your appearance on national television to promote your wildly successful series was delayed for a few seconds while the adults talked about mental health?

I really want to know what raced through his tiny little mind, and why there was no voice or person who spoke up to stop him.

You know who is watching the Today show with their parents? Kids who also watch Sesame Street. Elmo is an avatar for children all over the world. Children who are too small to understand Elmo is a puppet will know that a man attacked him for no reason, and that will frighten them.

Elmo inspired a deeply meaningful and important moment of collective support among disparate people who have been struggling through the traumas of a pandemic, daily mass shootings, the rise of fascism and everything associated with Trump's violence and cruelty.

And shitty idiot Larry David couldn't stand it, for some reason. He had to indirectly tell everyone who opened their hearts to a Muppet that they were stupid, and he thought it was a good joke to physically attack and choke this character who is beloved by children and adults alike.

I've been bored by and totally over Larry David's brand of being an asshole to everyone because they had the temerity to exist around him since the day it started. It was easy to just ignore him. But this thing he did was hurtful, it wasn't funny, and his bullshit non-apology tells all of us everything we need to know about him.

Larry David strikes me as a person who mocks and belittles people who are vulnerable and sensitive, who is cruel because he enjoys it and is untouchable. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's who I see whenever I can't find the remote and he's on my television.

By contrast, Elmo and the Muppets teach and model that kindness and empathy aren't weak or stupid or any of the things people like Larry David and my dad think they are. Elmo and the Muppets teach children to be gentle and kind, to celebrate our different cultures and to embrace all of our complicated feelings.

I hope that, when the dust settles, Larry David's appalling behavior will be a footnote to a larger story about how, for just one day, a Muppet made a difference by helping all of us who are struggling feel just a little less alone and anxious.

A man who would belittle and mock that isn't much of a man at all.

[a-s-fischer]

I saw a post by another Jewish person on this site that said Christianity and Islam stole their culture. That isn't a popular opinion among Jews is it?

I mean it's not an opinion, it's historical fact. But also most of us wouldn't care if they didn't blame everything bad about their appropriated and heavily altered cultures on us, and also spent over a thousand years each killing us for not going along with and joining their appropriated and distorted versions of our culture and religion. Christianity was a creation of the Roman empire and its religious system. Once it moved beyond a handful of Jews to a religion of mostly gentile converts, it changed rapidly into something that was only on the surface like Judaism. That superficial version of Judaism with Roman culture underneath is an example of how imperial cultural theft is not a modern phenominon.

Islam is a similar situation, in which a non-Jewish man built a new religion out of the bits and pieces he liked from both Judaism and Christianity, set out to create an empire for that religion, and when Jews had the temerity to not convert, to this new religion, he branded them as deceivers and traitors, and led a massacre of them in his conquered territory.

This happened long enough ago that generations upon generations have been raised in these cultures founded on appropriation, and most Jews would never think to say that these modern people are responsible for this appropriation or should give up their cultures. However, the murder and oppression both Islam and Christianity as institutions have inflicted on the Jewish people is made that little extra bit more galling by those original acts of cultural appropriation.

[dailyrothko]

why do you want money for updating someone else's pictures to a tumblr blog?

Try doing it every day across many platforms, answering questions, getting permissions for new scans and soliciting museum content as well as research on quotes, books and materials I have buy with my own money to create scans and information for the blog and my own writing and projects that everyone who liked Rothko might benefit from if I was allowed the time to work on them. I have communicate with museum people on scan and authenticity and legal issues. Many of the pictures I post were not on the internet before I put them there.

I have done this every day for ten years, it takes a minimum of two hours a day for just the basics and longer to deal with specific questions. I chase down people who steal pictures form the people that entrust me with their own work, as they always do it without credit. Rothko's work is copyrighted and I have to take those credits stay in tact.

I have more then 350,000 followers across social media platforms, I get 30 questions a day just on instagram. All of this takes time, money and effort.

I don't ask for money from anyone that can't afford it and donations to me are tax deductible, so many people stand to lose nothing but my non-profit status is another thing I have pay for every month.

Lots of people on tumblr ask for money for food or rent, do you send messages to them? Because this is the same thing, me trying to pay for the basics while I do a bunch of work, work that I have done every day for ten years and it's because of that length of time and attention to these details that people come to me with the aforementioned materials and permissions.

It's like having a patreon but I don't want to put anything behind a paywall because people depend on getting it without that, and so I do this instead. If I had a lot of money I wouldn't bother but it's not the case for me right now, but I don't *Expect* anyone to give me anything.

Note: I'll just add someone else wrote anon to say I should give it up if I was expecting anything out of it. I'm not sure why people have the temerity to offer anyone advice when they didn't ask for it, but I'll add that I just started asking for donations, I did this 9 years without.

My blog hurts no one and I am not saying I deserve credit for this, but lots of people write me with appreciation and tell me that they discovered the art through my blog, so I would say you give it up and stop following me, if it offends you.

[perpassareiltempo]

(...) non c'è nulla al mondo che l'essere umano debba temere più di se stesso.

Haruki Murakami

[saintsenara]

Thoughts on remadora?

thank you very much for the asks, anons!

while they are by no means my otp, i really enjoy remadora as pairing - and i think they’re fully up there among the canon couples in terms of being an amazing vehicle through which to explore all sorts of questions about life and love - which i am aware is a sufficiently controversial statement that it involves an immediate engagement with some discourse…

because remadora girlies [gender neutral] get an enormous amount of shit within the fandom, particularly from fans who consider wolfstar to be a more plausible pairing for lupin than tonks. i have seen remadora shippers called homophobes for simply enjoying the couple, justified with the bizarre idea that it disrespects remus' relationship with sirius [so... the non-canon one?] to put them together. i have seen tonks turned into a pathetic shrew who is trying to keep remus from the real love of his life by trapping him with an unwanted baby. i have seen remadora shippers get a lot of the usual stuff that people who prefer the canon-endgame couples do [that to ship a canon pair is boring, that it is indicative of a lack of talent, that it indicates an uncritical support for jkr] magnified to eleven because tonks has the temerity to be a barrier to remus’ relationship with the fandom’s favourite hot and brooding man.

obviously, this is bullshit - primarily because its unreasonable and cruel to invest so much time and energy being mean to people because of their harry potter shipping preferences [fandom should never be that deep].

but it’s also a disappointment to me personally because it means that it can be very hard to find the sort of remadora i like without looking like i’m coming to contribute to the pile-on. because where many remadora fans and i don’t see eye-to-eye is that i have absolutely no interest in thinking about them as a relationship which is actually functional. and, all too often, i find myself sifting through fics which do prefer to interpret them like this - as romantic and passionate and stable - largely, i think it’s fair to say, as a defensive move against the tide of “urgh, imagine shipping that” nonsense - even though all the evidence of canon is that they are… very much not.

i am aware of the pottermore article which smoothes the edges of lupin’s canonical reaction to tonks’ feelings for him in half-blood prince - but, while i read this as something of a retcon to make the relationship more palatable, i also don’t think that assuming that both tonks and lupin’s attraction to each other was sincere precludes them being as dysfunctional as they canonically are. i don’t go in for the common anti-remadora argument that tonks “forces” him into a relationship with her - it’s clear in half-blood prince that it’s not only her who has discussed her feelings with molly and arthur weasley, lupin is definitely flirting with her when they pick harry up in order of the phoenix, lupin is an adult man [no matter other power imbalances between him and tonks - such as the fact that she is an agent of the state which oppresses him] who possesses the capacity to refuse her advances, and - since teddy’s conception is not immaculate - he has no issue with enjoying a sexual relationship with her even if he then wants to run away from the product of that.

instead, what i like with remadora is that they reveal something which goes against the grain of the rest of the series: that love is not always enough. throughout the seven-book canon, we see time and time again the idea that love - and, crucially, love-as-noble-suffering and love-as-sacrifice - is enough to overcome any problem. entire civil service collaborating with a terrorist regime? don’t trouble yourself, love has won. your mother dying in childbirth leaving you to be neglected in a state institution? your own fault you’re not interested in love.

i understand the genre reasons for this, but i also love the way in which lupin especially exists on the margins of these genre conventions [just as he exists on the margins of wizarding society!]. i’m always struck in deathly hallows that he’s the only person who’s actually realistic about the demands of war - particularly when he tells harry that it is breathtakingly naive for him to think he can get through the fighting without having to shoot to kill - and that part of him having to be shuffled out of the way when harry tells him to return to the pregnant tonks is because, were the story focused on realism, the idea of a wanted man who is considered an unhuman by the state fleeing in order to guarantee the safety of his wife and unborn child becomes eminently reasonable and harry's defense of the nuclear family embarrassingly unradical.

and so i like the idea of lupin seeing tonks - and tonks seeing lupin - initially as just a bit of fun, as the two of them being just two chill single people who think the other is hot and interesting and want to bang because of it.

[which is something fandoms in general really struggle with as a concept. we like epic love stories - and you won't find me objecting to that! - but we're less good at thinking about casual sexual attraction or transient friendships, and how these can be transformative and meaningful without having to end up going any sort of distance.]

and i then like the idea of the relationship being forced into a profundity it doesn’t really have the juice to sustain by the sheer avalanche of grief which besets the two of them - sirius, dumbledore, mad-eye, ted - and by the pressure of the war and the fact that the order is scrambling and the hangover of remus' self-destruction in half-blood prince which makes each cling to the other as a life-raft. i like remadora as something codependent and messy and strange and sad, and i don’t think this prevents it being sincere and fun and based in mutual attraction, but instead that these positive qualities can exist in conjunction with the fact that, without the war, it would have been a summer of fucking and that was probably it.

on tonks herself, i don’t think i can say it better than @evesaintyves in this meta on her character. i’ve been really uncomfortable with quite a lot of stuff i’ve seen recently which has taken against the idea that tonks can be meaningfully read as queer on the basis of what we find in the text, above all because it so often comes with the implication that one cannot imagine her in her canon endgame pairing and presume that she’s something other than straight or cisgender. eve sets out an excellent case for tonks as bolshy and liberated and in tune with herself and fun and confused and in flux and still figuring stuff out about who she is and where she’s going - and this translates, may i say, to an astonishingly beautiful way of writing her, lupin, and the dysfunction inherent between them which i highly recommend you read.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Peony - Steven Grant x Reader

Peony (Paeonia) - Shame, bashfulness

Summary: A slight comedy of errors forces reader and Steven to admit and act on some spicy feelings.

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Word Count: 1790

Warnings: Reader is AFAB/Female presenting/has breasts, Steven being adorably embarrassed and awkward, use of "tits", male masturbation (non-explicitly described), excessive euphemisms for masturbation, discussions of masturbation, lots of kissing, making out

Day 10 coming in with some more spice! I love the Moon Boys and thought I'd give Steven a chance to ramble his way into our hearts.

In Bloom Masterlist

Likes, Comments, Reblogs are always appreciated! ❤️

You were scrambling to clean your flat as you waited for Steven — he was coming over to watch ‘The Mummy’ which, surprisingly, he had never seen. After your shift, you’d come home with the full intention of cleaning but had fallen asleep on your couch instead, only having woken up five minutes ago when he called to ask what you liked on your pizza. Your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness as you gathered all the dirty clothes on your bedroom floor and chucked them into the closet. You’d gotten rid of the lingering trash on your coffee table, taken care of the dishes in the sink, and spot-cleaned your bathroom. 

Nothing like the panic-induced cleaning of a woman whose work-friend-turned-crush is on his way over. 

Looking down at your outfit, you realized you were still in your work attire — pencil skirt and fancy-ish blouse, both now wrinkled from your nap. You stripped off your blouse and bra and were halfway off with your skirt when you heard something ‘slap’ against the floor behind you. 

Without thinking, you spun around and saw Steven in the doorway, mouth agape and a pizza box at his feet. It happened so fast — you seeing him, his eyes glancing at your bare tits, back to your face, and his hasty retreat with a steady stream of ‘I’m sorrys” falling out of his mouth. 

“Wait, Steven!” you shouted after him, grabbing your discarded blouse and trying to chase after him, but he was already gone. You sighed heavily against the door to your flat, tapping your forehead against it.

Part of you was horrified — Steven had just seen you half-naked and not in the sexy way — while the other part of you was excited. Steven had seen you half-naked! Perhaps now he would make a move or, barring that, let you know he liked you as much as you liked him.

But that’s not what happened. The next day you saw him at work, you waved but he grabbed the phone, fumbling it and pretending to be in the middle of a call. 

When you were on your break, you headed toward the gift shop but just as you got there, you caught sight of Steven dashing around the corner with a box full of stuffed Basts. 

By the time your shift was over, you’d had enough. You strode up to the gift shop counter, trapping him behind it. He had the temerity to look scared of you, so you softened your approach and spoke quietly so none of the people milling about would hear you.

“Look, Steven, you saw my tits, big whoop,” you said, “I’m not mad at you or anything, there’s no need to avoid me. We’re still friends, yeah?” 

He ran a hand through his thick curls and sighed. “‘M sorry, course we’re still friends. I just…I wasn’t expecting…those when I walked in.” He gestured to your chest and you laughed.

You playfully punched him in the shoulder, “Well, I hope you learned a lesson about knocking next time. And, hey, thanks for the pizza.” 

He laughed and the tension between you evaporated. It had always been like that with Steven - easy going, honest, like nothing was too complicated that you couldn’t laugh your way out of. 

“You still haven’t seen The Mummy and we need to remedy that as soon as possible,” you said semi-seriously. 

“Tell ya what,” he said, “Why don’t you come to mine tonight and we’ll watch it. You bring the pizza this time.” 

“It’s a da- plan.” You stopped yourself before you could say ‘date.’ 

_____

In your excitement for the evening’s activities, you ended up being about ten minutes early to Steven’s flat. He’d texted you his front door code and said he’d leave his door open since you’d be coming with your hands full. Half-jokingly, you knocked softly on the door before letting yourself in. 

Steven’s flat was unlike yours in that it was one big room divided by his overstuffed bookshelves and piles of even more books. The only room with a door was the bathroom, and that was little more than a curtain. You were surprised you didn’t immediately see him, but you heard a grunt coming from the bedroom area. 

You put the pizza on the kitchen table then made your way toward the noise. 

When you got closer, you saw Steven was facing away from you on the far side of his bed. He looked to be stroking something in his lap—oh. 

Oh.

You didn’t manage to silence your gasp when you realized what he was doing, and he jumped up in shock, yanking his gray sweatpants up so you didn’t see anything. 

“Shit!” 

“Oh, God, sorry!” you said, covering your eyes. In your haste to turn away, you managed to smack your elbow into the corner of one of his bookshelves. Pain shot down your forearm because of course you’d managed to hit your funny bone. You gripped it, hissing at the pain with your eyes closed and tripping over one of the book piles and ending up splayed out on the floor.

Steven cried your name and dashed over, helping you sit up and checking you for injuries. He helped you stand up, making sure you were steady before taking a step back. 

“I didn’t see anything,” you insisted, crouching down to help him pick up the books you knocked over. 

“You don’t have to-” 

“I knocked, I swear!” 

“Please, don’t worry-” 

“I’m so sorry, Steven,” you said, looking up from the small stack of books you’d balanced on your knees. His brow was furrowed, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

“No, love, I’m sorry. I knew you were on your way but I couldn’t help myself. Not like it’s an ongoing issue, like compulsive or anything, but I couldn’t help but remember yesterday and, well,” he paused, gesturing toward your chest again, “and I didn’t want to greet you at the door with a raging hard-on so I thought I’d just, y’know, take care of it real quick but then you walked in and now I’m…rambling. Here, I’ll take those.” 

He reached for the books you were holding and you handed them off. He set them on a different stack a few steps away and rubbed the back of his head, facing away from you again. 

“Wait,” you said, brain finally catching up with what he was saying, “You…you were thinking about me? While you were…shining your statue?”

Steven let out a bark of nervous laughter, “Shining my statue?”

“Yeah, you know, shining the statue, flogging the dolphin, spanking the monkey, playing with the one-eyed snake, having a me-some.” 

You both burst out laughing at that. When you calmed down, he was shaking his head in disbelief while he fiddled with the too-long sleeves of his jumper. 

“So um, I brought pizza,” you said, motioning to the kitchen table, “if you still want to watch the movie. But if you’d rather I go, I totally get it.” 

“No!” he blurted, one hand reaching out to catch you even though you hadn’t moved an inch. “Let’s watch the movie, yeah?”

The two of you moved in sync, gathering plates and the pizza before settling on his bed, his laptop between you as he queued up the movie. You ate in companionable silence until Evie was bargaining for Rick’s life in the prison when Steven hit the spacebar and paused it. 

You turned to him to find him already looking at you. The look in his eyes was sheepish, as if he didn’t want to say something but knew he had to. Your nerves kicked in — was all of this a bigger deal than you thought? Had he been stewing on it? Your instinct was to diffuse tension with humor but, as you’d been told by more than one ex, sometimes it felt like you didn’t take things seriously as you should. 

“What’s up?” you asked. 

“I, uh, I didn’t answer your question.” 

You tilted your head, confused. “What question?” 

“About thinking about you while I, uh, wank.” 

“Oh,” 

“Cuz I do. Think about you. Not that I see you as just a sexual object, I think you’re absolutely brilliant but you’re also dead sexy and after what happened at yours it’s like I, I can’t get you out of my head so I thought avoiding you would make it go away but that just made my massive crush on you way worse-” 

He wasn’t just rambling, he was rambling about how much he liked you — how he stroked himself to the thought of you and thought you were brilliant and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. But the most important part was that he had a crush on you, too. 

You cut him off with a kiss, having heard more than enough.

Gentle at first, allowing him plenty of room to pull away if he wanted, but he pressed his lips against yours instead. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, the other sliding around your waist. 

You brushed your tongue against his lower lip and he opened for you, licking into your mouth in a way that made you clench around nothing. Fuck — you had caught him fucking his fist to the thought of you half-naked. That thought plus his hand wandering under the hem of your t-shirt had you incredibly wet, almost dripping. 

Eventually, you came up for air. Steven looked gorgeous, lips slightly swollen from kissing and his blissed-out expression. You wondered what he looked like as he came, a smile forming on your face as you realized you would find out if you kept going. 

“Whatcha smilin’ about?” he asked, running a hand over your hair and letting it rest on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed his palm as an answer, then moved to the sensitive skin of his wrist. 

“You,” you replied simply. 

“C’mere,” he said, his hand on your hips pulling you over so you were straddling his lap. He sat up and kissed you again, hungrier this time, his hands roaming freely along your back, over your breasts, along your arms. His lips left yours and he kissed along your jaw, down your neck. Heat spread from every point of contact, leaving you wanting more but not without a little teasing first. 

“Steven,” you whined, “what about the movie?” 

“Sod the fucking movie,” he growled against your neck, one hand reaching over to slam his laptop shut and coming back to rest on your ass, pulling you against him. 

“Gonna show you what I’ve wanted to do to ya since we met,” he promised, and you bit your lip to keep from beaming at him.

[vecchiorovere]

“Sono rari gli uomini che scelgono donne profonde al proprio fianco, perché quelle superficiali e, perlopiù, concentrate sull'apparenza, danno meno problemi e sono più facilmente gestibili.

Una donna profonda, invece, cerca dialoghi costruttivi e confronti, vuole e crea intimità, ha consapevolezza di sé e conosce i propri limiti e le proprie forze. Una donna profonda detesta la superficialità, la volgarità. Non vuole piacere a tutti, non si accontenta ma cerca, sa che il suo valore non risiede nell'aspetto ma nella tenacia del cuore.

Le donne profonde sono come uragani. Non si fermano davanti a nulla. Ridono e piangono senza vergognarsi e se ne hanno voglia si siedono per terra o camminano scalze come se fosse la cosa più normale del mondo. Non hanno paura delle sfide per trovare ciò che hanno nel cuore, né di soffrire per inseguire i loro ideali. Non cercano nella coppia un leader da seguire, né un figlio da salvare. Ma un compagno con il quale camminare.

Le donne, tutte le donne, devono sempre ricordarsi chi sono e di cosa sono capaci. Non devono temere di mostrarsi intelligenti, di rimanere sospese sulle stelle, di notte, appoggiate al balcone del cielo! Essere donna è così affascinante. È un’avventura che richiede coraggio, una sfida che non annoia mai.”

Oriana Fallaci

[occhietti]

Sono rari gli uomini che scelgono donne profonde al proprio fianco, perché quelle superficiali e, perlopiù, concentrate sull'apparenza, danno meno problemi e sono più facilmente gestibili.

Una donna profonda, invece, cerca dialoghi costruttivi e confronti, vuole e crea intimità, ha consapevolezza di sé e conosce i propri limiti e le proprie forze. Una donna profonda detesta la superficialità, la volgarità. Non vuole piacere a tutti, non si accontenta ma cerca, sa che il suo valore non risiede nell'aspetto ma nella tenacia del cuore.

Le donne profonde sono come uragani. Non si fermano davanti a nulla. Ridono e piangono senza vergognarsi e se ne hanno voglia si siedono per terra o camminano scalze come se fosse la cosa più normale del mondo. Non hanno paura delle sfide per trovare ciò che hanno nel cuore, né di soffrire per inseguire i loro ideali. Non cercano nella coppia un leader da seguire, né un figlio da salvare. Ma un compagno con il quale camminare.

Le donne, tutte le donne, devono sempre ricordarsi chi sono e di cosa sono capaci. Non devono temere di mostrarsi intelligenti, di rimanere sospese sulle stelle, di notte, appoggiate al balcone del cielo! Essere donna è così affascinante. È un’avventura che richiede coraggio… una sfida che non annoia mai.

- Oriana Fallaci