Quotes About Woman

been awakened to woman's privileges in tergiversation

Shledávám, že nad smrt je trp?í žena, jejíž srdce je plno osidel a sítí.

up her face to argue a point with a tall man, suggested that there was potentiality enough in that lithe slip of humanity for alarming exploits of sex, and daring enough to carry them out. But

With Reba, his only living woman, held with her in this one bubbleskin of time, he felt for the first time that it was all right: It was his life he was releasing, himself past all mortality that he was sending into her starry darkness, away from this pain planet, ringing harmonic distances away to peace and the promise of rest.

the boy hunkered, examining something in the sand. The woman stood watching, hand on her hip, spent waves creaming around her ankles. She leaned inland to swing her wet hair off her shoulders.

Laugh if you will, My queen, but let me be a woman still. You fairies love where love is wise and just; We mortal women love because we must:

What chance has a lonely surfer boy For the love of a surfer chick, With all these Humbert Humbert cats Coming on so big and sick? For me, my baby was a woman. For him she's just another nymphet.

I'm a writer first and a woman after.

Ne için buradas?n?" "Sinirden." "Ah, mümkün deÄŸil, gerçekten inanamam buna." "Tam anlam?yla doÄŸru," dedim coÅŸkum sönerken. Çelik gibi sinirleri olduÄŸundan kuÅŸku duyulmamas?ndan daha tedirgin edici ÅŸey yoktur bir kad?n için.

The ideal muse is a woman whose rough edges and contradictions drive you to fill in the blanks of her character. She is the irritant to your creativity. A remarkable possibility, waiting to be formed.

That's what fashion is, really. A way of renegotiating the terms that life deals you. When a woman changes her hair what she's really saying to fate is, no. I refuse to be defined by those terms.

Climbing the steps to the hotel, Grace paused, taking a long look at Paris, in all its shimmering, enigmatic elegance, wearing the nigh as a beautiful woman wears diamonds.

No one had ever advocated her independence before. The entire success of her marriage, her whole career as a woman, depended largely upon her cheerful, uncomplicated dependence, first on her family and then on her husband. But now this stranger was challenging her; asking her to make choices, take responsibility.

If you can capture a woman's imagination, then you will have her. But imagination is a strange creature. It needs time and distance to function properly.

Eva was assigned to learn her duties from Rita Crane, an older woman of indeterminate age and one of the world's most unsuccessful secret drinkers.

A woman can plan when to have her family and how to support a family.

Flora Brimm was a Pinkerton agent's worst nightmare, the type of woman who would niggle her way into his thoughts at the oddest moments, work her way into his heart, and all the while irritate him beyond description.

And there's one more thing." Rose accepted the handshake with a smile, hoping she would see this strange woman again. "What is that?" "The man in your cup-the one who you say hides from the world?" "Yes, what of him?" Sadie smiled. "He's here.

On the one side was Darcie Burrell—a reed-thin woman with a permanently conflicted expression, as though, deep inside her, someone was trying to bathe a cat. She attended our church, and was famous for praying over people who later

I was sorry I'd scared them, but some lessons you ought to learn as soon as you can: never trust a woman once she's loved you. It's a spell whose breaking takes many tries; she'll think she's through, then call you back, conjure you up out of air. And at last, she'll do anything, just to be free.

Take a look at my face. Do you see my expression? Does it scare you? It should, because this is the expression of a woman who's fallen off a horse too many times to put up with more shenanigans of the verbal variety.

Are you planning on asking my daughter's permission to ravish me as I deserve? If so, please take heed when she informs you that I am lonely and need a woman in my life. She's been nagging me for the last five years to find one." "In your dreams, bat boy.

Ophelia moaned as I patted her cheeks in the approved "vague assistance to woman who has fainted" manner. "Perdy?" she mumbled, her eyelashes fluttering. "No, it's just me," I said, looking up when the door opened. "And Drake and Fiat, and Pal and Istvan, and I think that's Renaldo and another one of Fiat's bullies in the hall, although it's a little hard to see with everyone in the way.

Are you threatening me?" He looked completely outraged at such a thing. "You bet your incredibly attractive and probably hard enough to bounce a quarter off ass I am!" she snapped back. An indescribable look flitted across his face. "You are the most irreverent woman I've ever met." "And you're the handsomest man I've ever seen in my life, but that doesn't mean I'm going to lick you!" she yelled.