Quotes About Woman

Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency

This circus that's advertised to show and furnish a little amusement for us heathens is owned by a woman, one whose pluck catches my sympathy every time.

It has always seemed to me a great honor to be called an Irish poet. I don't think I will ever lose that, but it's also a great honor to be a woman poet. I put those things together.

I was a woman, a divorcee, a socialist, an agnostic . . . all possible sins together.

A woman's flexibility and a man's strength . . . put them together and you'll have a body like mine.

I suppose," he said, his voice harsher than he had intended it to be, "you want marriage again." "No," she said quickly. "No, never that. Not again. Why would any woman willingly make herself the property of a man and suffer all the humiliation of submerging her character and her very identity in his?

It is not easy to be a woman, is it? Especially a spinster.

Henry could not escape the truth. She loved Marius quite hopelessly. Finally, after believing that no man would ever be worthy of her entire trust and respect, she seemed to have found such a man.

Ah, but it is a woman's romantic view of life that keeps it from becoming dull.

Hatred, Jeanette had said, was very akin to love. At the moment he felt neither for Christina. He felt only an unwilling pull toward her, a need to know the woman who had haunted him for longer than ten years, to know what those missing years had held for her, to understand why she had made it impossible for him to ever marry anyone else, to understand why he both dreaded and hoped that his seed, inside her now, had impregnated her and bound them together for life.

beautiful woman. Beautiful? That thought cleared his head. "Uh . . . you're not fifty or sixty years old

You are one disobedient woman. All this niceness is a big disappointment to a man who likes sass." "I promise I'll try to be meaner," Cassie said demurely. Red laughed and tapped her on the tip of her nose. "You do that.

she was, after all, a practical woman and the daughter of an economist.

A woman standing in the weeds. A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next is coming with its own heave and grace.

An anatomy lab is as choosy as a pedigreed woman seeking love: You can't be too fat or too tall or have any communicable diseases.

The man had donated his body to science, but, owing to its having been autopsied, science politely declined. An anatomy lab is as choosy as a pedigreed woman seeking love: You can't be too fat or too tall or have any communicable diseases.

Nothing is so precious to a woman's heart as the glory and excellence of him she loves

It is easier to call the storm from the empty sky than to manipulate the heart of a man; and soon, if my bones did not lie to me, I should be needing all the power I could muster, to pit against a woman; and this is harder to do than anything concerning men, as air is harder to see than a mountain.

What a personage says or does reveals a certain moral purpose; and a good element of character, if the purpose so revealed is good. Such goodness is possible in every type of personage, even in a woman. ARISTOTLE: The Art of Poetry. (tr. Ingram Bywater.)

Anna is the sort of woman who writers write about, Tom. Somewhere in the third act, women like her save characters like you and me from ourselves. She's the loveliest literary device in the world.

Obsession of a strong-hearted woman, Mr. Dolby, can be more dangerous than ten men.

The critical scene of the mystery is when the detective enters. The action shifts to Sherlock's sitting room. The little Belgian man with the waxed moustache appears in the lobby of the grand hotel. The gentle old woman with a bag of knitting comes to visit her niece when the poison pen letters start going around the village. The private detective comes back to the office after a night of drinking and finds the woman with the cigarette and the veiled hat this is when things will change.

the response he received was only a woman's acceptance of a casual pleasure, and he knew too clearly that what he had won had no meaning.

a very costly simplicity, one can notice, but not the elegance of a woman who gives much thought to her clothes; rather that of one who knows she can make any rag attractive and does it unconsciously." Excerpt From: Ayn Rand. "Night of January 16th.