Quotes About Woman

There is nothin' like a dame.

I have no notion of a perfect woman, as I feel if I fall in love, it can be with a wrong person also.

I heard it in 2008 and hear it again now - this notion that the only reason one would support Hillary Clinton is because she is a woman - or only because she is experienced and smart. She is all of those things. But I am with her because... Hillary Clinton inspires me.

I'm a novelist, and I'm a woman, and I'm considered to be a serious author whether I like it or not.

Having had that experience... I think, what modern culture wants to see is the relationship with the woman. I don't think you can tell a story on film nowadays where the woman simply is there for the man when he decides to settle down.

I think as a woman it's in our nature to nurture someone else. Sometimes at the expense of ourselves.

As a woman, I too nurture dreams about the one man with whom I'd be sharing my life.

Pamela Eells has been the most amazing leader. She's such a nurturing person, and that is what makes a woman such a great leader: she's nurturing but also gets stuff done.

In my career I have never felt that my being a woman was an obstacle or an advantage. I guess I've been oblivious.

Yes, there are obstacles as a woman; there is no doubt about it.

I think it's quite obvious my work is made by a woman, because I have never wanted to make anything that is not ephemeral. But I definitely want to be thought of as an artist first.

I'm always designing for that sort of dressed-up woman who likes to go to different occasions, who's career focused, but she entertains in the evening... a very sophisticated-feeling working woman who likes to have fun.

No, but why is Croft that way? Oh there are The Answers. He is that way because of the-corruption-of-the-society. He is that way because he is having problems of adjustment. It is because he is a Texan. It is because he has renounced God. He is that way because he was born that way, or because the Devil has claimed him for one of his own, or because the only woman he ever loved was untrue to him.

Angels often flee from people who scream too loudly—they know at such moments how close the man or woman is to us, and they feel outnumbered. For devils rush in to attend such outcries.

A utopia I would join in a minute is a society which could be communist or capitalist, anything, except that no woman member of it ever underwent sex unless she was hot. Pretending to be hot bears a distinct resemblance to self-rape, but it's a rape accompanied by boredom instead of fear.

Hit ain't sacrilege. Miss Effie Belle says when she cain't think what to have for dinner, she asts God and right off He gives her an idea. To my thinkin', thet's sacrilege. Miss Love really laughed. There's not a woman in the world who hasn't prayed what to cook for dinner, Rucker!

Let me first state forthright that contrary to what we've often read in books and heard from preachers, when you are a woman, you don't feel like the Devil.

Doesn't it make you wonder about your own sexual identity, not to mention your sanity, that the two women you love are, respectively, a virtual woman existing only in the transient ansible connections between computers and a woman whose soul is in fact that of a man who is the husband of your mother?

Someday, they think, I may be like this woman, and I'll hope for forgiveness and another chance.

Doesn't it make you wonder about your own sexual identity, not to mention your sanity, that the two women you love are, respectively, a virtual woman existing only in the transient ansible connections between computers and a woman whose soul is in fact that of a man who is the husband of your mother?

are more to a woman than any man can be. We pretend otherwise. We pretend we bear them for him, that we raise them for him. But it's not true. We raise them for themselves. We stay with our men for the children's sake.

She is a woman, and so she dreams of freedom, of an hour in which there is no duty waiting to be done. No wonder there is revolution burning in her words, and yet they remain always words and never violence.

She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.