Quotes About Woman

If I could be a third of the woman that my mom is and have a third of the strength that she has, then I will have done good by this life.

Julio was willing to bet that Officer "I've Seen It All" Mac had never seen a horde of black-skinned demons wearing rags and armor and carrying swords and spears, dragging a naked woman and a chubby boy by a rope. No, he was willing to bet his left nut that even officer Mac had never seen such a thing.

A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.

The most ignorant woman can become a great actress, under the stress of emotion.

Os Gregos aperceberam-se das três funções à mulher: a de mãe, a de esposa e - não se entendendo o termo em sentido amesquinhante - a de concubina. Achavam eles que havia aí três diferentes tipos de mulher. Os românticos dos séculos XVIII e XIX nutriam a esperança de encontrar as três qualidades coexistentes numa só rapariga. Como é de esperar, naturalmente, não a concretizaram.

As I lay dying, the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades.

and now she appeared a woman, beautiful, tall and skilled at

Tenderness and ferocity are essential for a woman journeying far from home.

I desired you once before," said Manfred angrily, "not to name that woman: from this hour she must be a stranger to you, as she must be to me.  In short, Isabella, since I cannot give you my son, I offer you myself.

Another black woman, Margaret Wright, said she was not fighting for equality with men if it meant equality in the world of killing, the world of competition. I don't want to compete on no damned exploitative level. I don't want to exploit nobody. . . . I want the right to be black and me. . . .

A writer in early 1930, boosting the beauty business, started off a magazine article with the sentence: The average American woman has sixteen square feet of skin.

The mystique that Friedan spoke of was the image of the woman as mother, wife, living through her husband, through her children, giving up her own dreams for that. She concluded: The only way for a woman as for a man, to find herself, to know herself as a person, is by creative work of her own.

The cult of domesticity for the woman was a way of pacifying her with a doctrine of "separate but equal"—giving her work equally as important as the man's, but separate and different.

The Oakland chapter's "bondsman" is a handsome middle-aged woman with platinum-blond hair named Dorothy Connors. She has a pine-paneled office, drives a white Cadillac and treats the Angels gently, like wayward children. "These boys are the backbone of the bail-bond business," she says. "Ordinary customers come and go, but just like clockwork, the Angels come down to my office each week to make their payments. They really pay the overhead.

Yes, her childlessness was a fugue in itself, a flight- this was the habitual theme she was trying now to resist- a flight from her proper destiny. Her failure to become a woman, as her mother understood the term.

You're an interesting woman. Your interest has been duly noted.

I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.

Diplomacy was never my strong suit and my patience had run dry. I crouched and called out, Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. [...] Kitty, kitty? asked a level male voice.[...] What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'? he asked. One of a kind. I murmered the obvious reply.

I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape.

It's my uniform. Everyone in my company wears it. It's hideous. Rose felt her hackles rise. The neon green uniform was hideous, but she didn't appreciate him pointing it out. She opened her mouth. Yet despite it, you look lovely, he said. Flattery will get you nowhere, she told him. It's not flattery, he said coldly. Flattery requires exaggeration. I'm merely stating a fact. You're a beautiful woman wearing an ugly sack of unnatural color.

Four shapeshifters are missing, the office smells like blood, you see some weird woman in a transparent gown who clearly shouldn't be in the building, and you run after her? It's my job to run after her. Without backup? I am the backup.

The left-wing thinkers and intellectuals have been more misogynist with me than the army. They can't accept that a young woman is able to think, and they underestimate the intellectual work and study I might have done. They ask who is the man behind me.

I love the freedom of voice-over and the ability to play multiple characters I could never play in real life: a hot young woman, a little boy.

I was a girl with freckles and grew into a young woman a little bit more quickly, with hips and thighs.