Quotes About Woman

Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

My dear fellow, the truth isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!

I am afraid that woman appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.

Sheddan pulled at his cigar. He shook his head. Not even all that sexy a woman. Goodlooking but in an odd way. Incisors like a Jurassic cat. A man shouldnt ignore a thing like that. Pleistocene What? Pleistocene. Cat. Yes, well. Find me something that alliterates.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done. Where'd you hear that at? I dont know.

He saw a tourist drunk laboring up the sidewalk carrying a full suit of armor. He saw a beautiful young woman vomit in the street. Dogs turned at the sound and ran toward her.

Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.

do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. Pablo Neruda, "The Dead Woman," The Captain's

have you heard the sex party rumor?" She winced and said, "It actually does sound familiar." I had the impulse to shake my head, but I didn't want to mess up Veronica's handiwork. I said, "You know when true equality will be achieved? When a woman with these kinds of skeletons in her closet has the nerve to run for office." 2004

Dena seemed about to respond, but instead, she belched again, a smaller belch that seemed unequal as a harbinger to the monstrous chunky gush that erupted from inside her. I held her hair back and looked away as she finished retching. Working with children had made me less squeamish--they were constantly presenting their grubby hands to your, having accidents--but at some point, disgusting was still disgusting, Especially with an adult woman.

Not only will I be there," Liz said, "but I'll be impersonating a pleasant woman with great manners.

as a single woman in my early thirties, I was careful not to coo excessively over other people's infants, lest it seem like I was telegraphing my desperation; the necessity of this precaution annoyed me, making me want to defiantly announce that I'd always liked babies

La libertad hermosa y pura de una mujer era infinitamente más maravillosa que cualquier amor sexual. La única desgracia era que los hombres estuvieran tan retrasados en este asunto con respecto a las mujeres. Insistían en la cosa del sexo como perros.

The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.

The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.

Gudrun entered the taxi, with the deliberate cold movement of a woman who is well-dressed and contemptuous in her soul.

She was a strange, hostile, dominant thing.

So what's up, you dirty boy?' she teases on the escalator. 'Shit, I don't know where to start.' 'I'll drag it out of you.' She slips her dry little hand into my bunch of wet finger-meats, and coaxes me through the crowd. 'We'll check for my cousin, then maybe grab a juice, get private.' A juice. Grab a private juice. What a woman.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman.

The day was gone, the twilight was gone, and the snow was invisible as I came down to the side of the lake. Only the moon, white and shining, was in the sky, like a woman glorying in her own loveliness as she loiters superbly to the gaze of all the world, looking sometimes through the fringe of dark olive leaves, sometimes looking at her own superb, quivering body, wholly naked in the water of the lake.