Quotes About Woman

The guy—he's an eager beaver—more eager, I'd say, because he wants to impress you. Sends you longing glances." "He does not." "Serious crush. I know just how he feels." Now she snorted. "A crush is different from wanting to get a woman naked and onto any available flat surface." "Oh. Guess I don't know how he feels, then.

În opinia lui Emmaline, dragostea f?cea din ea o femeie special?. Dragostea f?cea orice femeie s? fie frumoas? ÅŸi transforma b?rbatul într-un prinÅ£. O femeie care avea parte de dragoste în via?? era la fel de bogat? ca o regin?, pentru c? inima ei era preÅ£uit?.

Venice was a woman, la bella donna, elegant in her age, sensual in her watery curves, mysterious in her shadows. The first sight of her, rising over the Grand Canal with her colors tattered and faded like old ballgowns, called to the blood. The light, a white, washing sun, would sweep over her and lose itself like a wanderer in her sinuous veins, her secret turns. Here

And when you smile it can be very charming - the kind of charm a smart woman recognizes as highly dangerous.

Seduced by the warm confident woman. Intrigued by the widowed single mother who seemed to effortlessly juggle all the balls in the air. And to his utter astonishment, he fell in love with the messy, frustrated, unhappy woman with toys scattered at her feet.

Naquela noite, os sonhos do rapaz, os desejos do homem, seriam ambos eclipsados pela realidade da mulher

He heard a woman call out for her children in the flat accent that said States to him, East Coast, North. And seemed so out of place here. Did his voice have that same slightly-out-of-tune sound to it? Here voices should lilt and flow and have old music under each word.

You want the truth? I liked it. It's good for the ego for a man to have a woman cry over him.

Nothing's more powerful than a woman at that instant before she gives herself.

We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.

The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

An orange-stained Los Angelina she wasn't. Not yet another bimbo beat hard with a blonde stick.

My motivation, even in anticipated shame, lay always in others. You can take the woman out of the upstairs, but you can't take the upstairs out of her.

She was so beautiful, you see. Not in any two-dimensional sense: she wasn't young, she wasn't innocent, she didn't have that pristine symmetry so favored by ad-men and photographers. Her face was plainly that of a woman in her early forties: it had been used to laugh and cry, and usage leaves its marks. But she had a power to transform herself, in the subtlest way, making that face as various as the sky.

Isn't there anything you care about?" "All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust.

A young woman sat on the step in front of him, fiddling with the heel of a strappy shoe. She wore a white cocktail dress with a

Sure, Desdemona, at the receptionist's age, and seeing some poor woman in a second-hand gown and a plaster-cast of makeup to cover the encroaching menaces of age - wouldn't she have shot the same withering glance?

As a society, we need to get lots more flexible about what constitutes beauty. It isn't a particular hair color or a particular body type; it's the woman who grew the hair and lives in the body. Keeping this in mind can only make things better. (341)

but somehow that was always his effect on a woman, to throw into relief her femininity and basic response to a dominant personality. It was infuriating, of course, to be so female as to derive pleasure out of submittance to a male, but she was too weak right now to put up any fight against her own treacherous instincts.

It's an invasion a-and I resent It.' 'A strange remark from a woman,' there was a caustic sting in his voice. 'It is my experience that your sex likes this invasion, as you call it. It is a subtle intrusion they can allow without risking their reputations.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)

A woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing.

There may be no great honour in killing a woman; such a victory can bring no fame. But I shall have some credit for having stamped dead a mortal sin, and punished a wrong which cries out for justice; and it will be joy to have gutted my desire for the vengeance of the fire and satisfied the ashes of all that were ever dear to me.