Quotes About Woman

A woman's duty: To look the whole world in the face with a go-to-hell look in her eyes, to have an ideal, to speak and act in defiance of convention.

That's great," Katie said. "Actually, it's revolutionary. If you can work and be in love at the same time, you're the first woman I ever knew that could. Maybe you're the missing link, Amanda." Maybe you ought to get a job for the 'Ladies Home Journal.' They like simplistic shit like that.

Angela could not be the bomber, not that sweet, pretty thing. Thing? Is that how she regarded that young woman, as a thing? And what had she ever said to her except "I hear you're getting married, Angela" or "How pretty you look, Angela." Had anyone asked her about her ideas, her hopes, her plans? If I had been treated like that I'd have used dynamite, not fireworks; no, I would have just walked out and kept right on going. But Angela was different.

Discounters gave the common man and woman the opportunity to eschew the cobbler and the darning needle, to break in a brand-new pair of shoes or socks when their toes poked through the old ones. Discounters made ordinary folks feel rich by putting a wide selection of goods within easy reach of all but the most meager budgets. Someone had to pay, of course, but that someone need not be the customer.

The world had known but one perfect man, and no perfect woman whatever.

alguna vez te ha perturbado una mujer? No te diré que lo aprenderás cuando seas grande porque se aprende a cualquier edad e igual no sirve para nada.

From the Earl of Hellgate's Memoirs, Chapter the Twenty-Sixth I realized then that I had mistaken the nature of love. Love has nothing to do with desire; it's the quest for the divine, found on earth. It's finding a woman whose soul preserves a shard of heaven, and worshipping her...worshipping at her feet. I was a new man.

I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.

Every woman likes a compliment. So, do you long to win any woman's heart? If Yes! then do compliment her as often as you can. -Emeasoba George

De ce în umbra lor infinitul ne pare aproape? Fiindca în preajma femeii nu mai exista timp.

Femeia a contat în ochii noÅŸtri cât timp a simulat pudoarea ÅŸi reÅ£inerea. Ce eroare, din parte-i, s? înceteze s?-ÅŸi mai joace rolul! Deja nu mai valoreaz? nimic, de vreme ce ne seam?n?. AÅŸa dispare una din ultimele minciuni care f?ceau existenÅ£a suportabil?.

Femeia-i Paradisul ca noapte.

Narrano le vecchie istorie che quando Twashtri creò il mondo, rimase molto perplesso nel creare la donna e dovette pensare a lungo, prima di scegliere gli elementi necessari per formarla. (Le due tigri)

If there's one quality I hate in a woman, it's modesty. Besides making me, with my trombone mouth, feel vaguely uncouth, I think it's a chickenshit response to the demands of the marketplace, or the universe, not that I can tell them apart.

For the world is but a woman with all her mystery and loveliness; and though we may attend her as if we were physician, scientist, business partner, love will go quicker to reality than these and find the inner being of the world.

The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.

You are a woman, and you can certainly win a priest to your interests.

The whole woman nature stands before you; all look at her, but none can interpret her thoughts. But for you, the eye is more or less dimmed, wide-opened or closed; the lid twitches, the eyebrow moves; a wrinkle, which vanishes as quickly as a ripple on the ocean, furrows her brow for one moment; the lip tightens, it is slightly curved or it is wreathed with animation—for you the woman has spoken.

Up to the age of thirty the face of a woman is a book written in a foreign tongue, which one may still translate in spite of all the feminisms of the idiom; but on passing her fortieth year a woman becomes an insoluble riddle; and if any one can see through an old woman, it is another old woman.

The wife of a banker is always an honest woman, but the woman who sits at the cashier's desk cannot be one, unless her husband has a very large business and she does not live over his shop.

Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

Before taking up the subject of modesty, it may perhaps be necessary to inquire whether there is such a thing. Is it anything in a woman but well understood coquetry?

A virtuous woman has in her heart one fibre less or one fibre more than other women; she is either stupid or sublime.

What woman wants pity?... A man's sternness is to us our only pardon.