Quotes About Woman

Was not love its own shock? A match to that of death? Did it not take the eyes first? Such reverberations as to weaken the bravest man or woman – its trembling echoes never left a mortal soul.

Man or woman, disparaging love is a crime of the soul, for which the future will turn away its face.

Soviet woman of child-bearing age had six to eight abortions. This translated into 10 million to 16 million abortions per year. (The comparable figures for the United States were 0.5 abortions per woman and roughly 1.5 million abortions per year.)

It seemed that no customer was immune to his appeal. 'I have no ideal woman,' he said emphatically. 'I have a public which is north, south, east, and west.' Fashion had finally found the universal American designer.

They say there's been no woman her equal since Cleopatra," said Philostratus. "Ah, Cleopatra!" said Galen. "Always the standard against whom any strong female is compared." "And not always as a compliment," noted Gaius, "since Cleopatra was the enemy of Rome, and came to a bad end.

She scratched and her hair and stretched her limbs with a groan; a woman who oozed power and confidence.

A large part of her enjoyed the fearful excitement of being alone with this strange, powerful woman who could possibly be very dangerous. Wonder and fear: an intoxicating cocktail for someone who spent so much time alone.

The episode with the American woman had shaken him as much as he sensed it had shaken her. It had been unexpected, a total, disorienting yanking-back to act out an archetypical role. He'd had as little volution in it as she, as if they'd been the puppets of higher purposes.

I used to have terrible nightmares about Ellony. She would come to my window and slide through the glass like a mist. She came to steal my breath, an ugly, monstrous sea woman. Her skin was greeny-white and she had a mouth full of hooked fangs like a predator fish.

The woman pawed at her body, clothing it, preening it. They tugged at her hair, wound it with flowers. There was something greedy about their attentions. It made Pharinet's flesh crawl.

Over their relatively short acquaintance, Tamara had learned the Grigori woman liked to keep secrets, to maintain the balance of power between them.

Over the last ten years, when she could have been cultivating Varencienne's friendship, she had left her to her own devices. What an oversight not to realize the quiet little teenager would turn into a stubborn and independent woman. Varencienne had been a nobody here in Magrast, hidden in the shadow of her brothers. In Caradore, she'd found status and power, things that any Malagash craved, although Varencienne herself would be the last to admit it.

The sobbing echoes of the woman's song streamed away down the twisting alleys and the last particles of dust fell back on the street.

Once I had departed Hadith's presence, my awe of her had lessened but it left a patent residue behind. The thought of the pale, enchanting woman, with her hint of hidden menace, made me feel absurdly excied. I did not want to see her again, exactly, but I wanted to think about her all the time.

The woman smelled of heavy Oriental scent, which, to him, failed to conceal the clinging aroma of flesh past its prime.

You are nearly a woman, and a wondrous woman at that!

He sensed immediately the woman's spirit of yearning, her unfulfilled dreams.

She regarded herself as a true professional; 50 percent carbon-steel image, honed to glittering perfection, 45 per cent killer class business woman, 5 per cent dangerous psychotic.

I'm changing, Daniel. I was drawn back to the city in spirit, and led the woman into the ancient land. She is a follower of mine. And yet an assassin.

You are a very vain woman, Rayojini! Why do you think I spend my entire time thinking up conundrums to perplex you? I have better things to think about

There is an old joke in Finland, a country proud of its collective introspective character and shyness. "How do you know when a Finnish man likes a woman? He stares at her shoes instead of his.

There was a sort of invisible, one-way barrier between that young woman and the rest of the world ; everything passed through it to her but very little passed out.

Our virtues and failings are like force and matter, the moment force is gone man/woman is no more ......NIKOLA TESLA

Mother role is the mother of roles a woman plays...