Quotes About Woman

Dux femina facit.

A fickle and changeful thing is woman ever

Furens quid femina possit

dux femina facti ; a  woman was the author of the achievement.

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.

They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.

Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.

yet she could not resist sometimes yielding to the charm of a woman, not a girl, of a woman confessing, as to her they often did, some scrape, some folly. And whether it was pity, or their beauty, or that she was older, or some accident-like a faint scent, or a violin next door (so strange is the power of sounds at certain moments), she did undoubtedly then feel what men felt.

Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too much of a stride for a woman, perhaps, and her gestures, being abrupt, might endanger a cup of tea on occasion.

That a famous library has been cursed by a woman is a matter of complete indifference to a famous library.

Chi mai potrà misurare il fervore e la violenza del cuore di un poeta quando rimane preso e intrappolato in un corpo di donna?

a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction unsolved.

but what was surprising and difficult of explanation was the fact that sex—woman, that is to say—also attracts agreeable essayists, light-fingered novelists, young men who have taken the M.A. degree; men who have taken no degree; men who have no apparent qualification save that they are not women.

The whole of life did not consist in going to bed with a woman, he thought, returning to Scott and Balzac, to the English novel and the French novel.

Una mujer debe tener dinero y una habitación propia para poder escribir novelas; y esto, como veis, deja sin resolver el gran problema de la verdadera naturaleza de la mujer y la verdadera naturaleza de la novela.

the chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of man)

Dass eine berühmte Bibliothek von einer Frau verwünscht wird, ist für eine berühmte Bibliothek völlig bedeutungslos. Ehrwürdig und gelassen, mit all ihren Schätzen sicher an ihrem Busen verwahrt, schläft sie selbstzufrieden und wird, was mich angeht, für immer so weiterschlafen.

he lei rispettasse e venerasse come rispettava e venerava lui. Era prontissima a fidarsi di quel che diceva lui, rispose. […] andavano da lei, spontaneamente, perché lei era una donna, tutto il giorno, con questa o quella richiesta; uno voleva una cosa, un altro un'altra; i ragazzi crescevano; a volte le sembrava di non essere altro che una spugna imbevuta di emozioni umane.

Flinging himself from his horse, he made, in his rage, as if he would breast the flood. Standing knee-deep in water he hurled at the faithless woman all the insults that have ever been the lot of her sex. Faithless, mutable, fickle, he called her; devil, adulteress, deceiver; and the swirling waters took his words, and tossed at his feet a broken pot and a little straw.

Non c'era nessuno che lei rispettasse e venerasse come rispettava e venerava lui. Era prontissima a fidarsi di quel che diceva lui, rispose. […] andavano da lei, spontaneamente, perché lei era una donna, tutto il giorno, con questa o quella richiesta; uno voleva una cosa, un altro un'altra; i ragazzi crescevano; a volte le sembrava di non essere altro che una spugna imbevuta di emozioni umane.

No se sabe lo que ocurrirá cuando el ser mujer ya no sea una ocupación protegida, pensé abriendo la puerta. Pero ¿qué tiene todo esto que ver con el tema de mi conferencia, las mujeres y la novela?, me pregunté entrando en casa.

Todos acudían a ella, lógicamente, puesto que era mujer; venían a lo largo del día con esto y lo de más allá; uno quería una cosa, otro, otra; a menudo le parecía no ser más que una esponja empapada al máximo en emociones humanas.

Me atrevería a decir que Anon, que escribió tantos poemas sin firmarlos, era una mujer.

Y hay una mujer detrás del mostrador; preferiría leer su historia verdadera antes que la centésima quincuagésima vida de Napoleón o el septuagésimo estudio de Keats y su uso de la inversión miltoniana que en este momento están redactando el viejo profesor Z y sus homólogos.