Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Charlotte Perkins Gilmanwas a prominent American feminist, sociologist, novelist, writer of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction, and a lecturer for social reform. She was a utopian feminist during a time when her accomplishments were exceptional for women, and she served as a role model for future generations of feminists because of her unorthodox concepts and lifestyle. Her best remembered work today is her semi-autobiographical short story "The Yellow Wallpaper" which she wrote after a severe bout of postpartum psychosis...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth3 July 1860
CountryUnited States of America
There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.
The original necessity for the ceaseless presence of the woman to maintain that altar fire - and it was an altar fire in very truth at one period - has passed with the means of prompt ignition; the matchbox has freed the housewife from that incessant service, but the feeling that women should stay at home is with us yet.
Now why should that man have fainted? But he did,and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!
Until we see what we are, we cannot take steps to become what we should be.
Where young boys plan for what they will achieve and attain, young girls plan for whom they will achieve and attain.
I was climbing up a mountain-path With many things to do, Important business of my own, And other people's too, When I ran against a Prejudice That quite cut off the view.
The difference is great between one's outside "life," the things which happen to one, incidents, pains and pleasures, and one's "living."
To be surrounded by beautiful things has much influence upon the human creature; to make beautiful things has more.
The home is the center and circumference, the start and the finish, of most of our lives.
The mother as a social servant instead of a home servant will not lack in true mother duty. From her work, loved and honored though it is, she will return to her home life, the child life, with an eager, ceaseless pleasure, cleansed of all the fret and fraction and weariness that so mar it now.
I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.
And woman should stand beside man as the comrade of his soul, not the servant of his body,
In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans.
While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day.