Quotes About Woman

Alwyn's mother could not square her identity as a sexualized woman with that of being a mother

Unconditionally! Love is always unconditional, you see. Haven't you…haven't you ever loved a woman?

An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.

She doesn't want to think of that woman, not now. She's just one more person who hasn't kept her promise; just one more person who hasn't returned to Harriet.

I said that as far as I could gather it was a tale about a woman who could be led out of captivity only by a man, and that the man could save her only by ignoring her.

A man's heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant.

A woman who's clearly had too much sun in her time and now resembles a mahogany-hued marmoset

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

Woman is the salvation or destruction of the family. She carries its destinies in the folds of her mantle.

No one who is not utterly blind can fail to see that God gathered all the beauty of which the whole world is capable of in woman.

To see a Woman you love in Distress; to be unable to relieve her, and at the same Time to reflect that you have brought her into this Situation, is, perhaps, a Curse of which no Imagination can represent the Horrors to those who have not felt it.

For out of it all rose the vague, crude picture of woman as the prey of man. Man was animal, a composite of lust and cruelty, with no aim but that of brutally taking his pleasure: something monstrous, yet to be adored; annihilating, yet to be sought after; something to flee and, at the same time, to entice, with every art at one's disposal.

I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.

I want to be in love with a woman One who loved me One who could show me I could trust her One who could show me That I didn't have to be on my guard all the time

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

Oj, pójdziewa w ?yto, BoÅ› dobra, kobieto!

As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect—the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth—seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.

But it is Tolstoy's understanding of life that the fate of each man and woman is determined by forces beyond their control; these forces include the dictatorship of social demands.

In the love between a man and a woman there always comes a moment when this love has reached its zenith—a moment when it is unconscious, unreasoning, and with nothing sensual about it.

Countess Bezukhova quite deserved her reputation of being a fascinating woman. She could say what she did not think—especially what was flattering—quite simply and naturally.

Feb. 1, 1965 Storm late at night, heavy rain, a thunderous racket, the windows shaking. I heard my name called. A woman's voice in hell pleading with me to join her.

Although still driven by curiosity and ambition, she did not realize quite how much she had herself become viewed as a curiosity of her time. Still less could she know how, much later, she would come to be seen as the paradigmatic woman of the High Renaissance.

It is only man's egoism which wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. All endeavors to introduce permanence in love, the most changeable thing in this changeable human existence, have gone shipwreck in spite of religious ceremonies, vows, and legalities.