A Quote by Lydia Millet

One man's holy is another woman's sublime. — © Lydia Millet
One man's holy is another woman's sublime.
From woman, man is born; within woman, man is conceived; to woman he is engaged and married. Woman becomes his friend; through woman, the future generations come. When his woman dies, he seeks another woman; to woman he is bound. So why call her bad? From her, kings are born. From woman, woman is born; without woman, there would be no one at all.
One of the marvels of personality is its resistance to prediction. One man's paralyzing trauma is another man's invitation to take control of his life; one woman's grounds for insanity is another woman's ground to a dramatic shaping of self.
A holy man isn't aware that he's holy..As soon as we begin to talk about how holy we are, we aren't holy any more.
There are two kinds of spiritual law, two kinds of conscience, one in man and another, altogether different, in woman. They do not understand each other; but in practical life the woman is judged by man's law, as though she were not a woman but a man.
The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.
No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.
A lady is nothing very specific. One man's lady is another man's woman; sometimes, one man's lady is another man's wife. Definitions overlap but they almost never coincide.
When I look at him [Edward Heath] and he looks at me, I don't feel that it is a man looking at a woman. More like a woman being looked at by another woman.
You can be a man who loves a woman but love someone the way a gay man loves another man or a woman loves a woman.
A woman can beat any man; it's difficult to imagine another kind of sport where a woman can beat a man. That's why I like chess.
Every woman likes her own way, but no woman can endure to see another woman master even over a man who does not concern her.
What interests me in [Lincoln in the Bardo] is a slight perverse balance between the sublime and the grotesque. Like you could have landed only on the sublime. But my argument is that the sublime couldn't exist without this other half.
The gopis seek Krishna, another part of themselves that create ecstasy. The man seeks the woman, the woman seeks the man. The Tantric Buddhist seeks annihilation of the ego.
Once she has committed sin, there is nothing left for the Protestant woman, whereas the Catholic Church, hope of forgiveness makes a woman sublime.
When a man and a woman love one another that is enough. That is marriage. A religious rite is superfluous. And if the man and woman live together without the love, no ceremony in the world can make it a marriage.
It is the duty of each one of us to be a holy woman. We shall have elevated aims, if we are holy women.
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