Quotes About Woman

Forty. She could still feel "forty" the way it felt when she was fifteen. Such a colorless age. Marooned in the middle of your life. Nothing would matter all that much when you were forty. You wouldn't have real feelings when you were forty, because you'd be safely cushioned by your frumpy forty-ness. Forty-year-old woman found dead. Oh dear. Twenty-year-old woman found dead. Tragedy! Sadness! Find that murderer!

Oh, Pandora. Where's your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you've gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another—how many times does she have to say it?—nobody said a word about not opening it!

She was a woman with the strength to move mountains. She was a woman as weak as a child.

Forty-year-old woman found dead. Oh dear. Twenty-year-old woman found dead. Tragedy! Sadness! Find that murderer!

He was too damned grateful to have her. A woman wants to be adored but she doesn't want reverence.

And then, everyone's like, Oh, Pandora. Where's your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity, now look what you've gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another, how many times does she have to say it, nobody said a word about not opening it!

because she was a woman, and women know that babies and husbands and sick parents can derail your dreams, at any moment they can drag you from your bed, they can forestall your career, they can lift you from your prized seat at Wimbledon from a match later described as 'epic'. She thought she'd need to call an ambulance or take him to a hospital. She was thinking about travel insurance and telling the children, and how would they transport his body home?

Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch, hit her with that super d-ck, she be cumming super quick.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

They were also deeply desired, and no woman without a chaperone was safe from male advances. They were prudish and reluctant to discuss sex, but they had a lot of it and reported great satisfaction.

There is no hint too broad for a woman of little tact.

One of the biggest and most common mistakes a woman makes is to substitute activity for God for a relationship with Him.

I am an anomaly - a woman alone, too young to be widowed and too old to be looking for a mate. I occupy that no man's land - no woman's land - between youth and old age.

In the new era of identity politics, Moore became the wrong kind of woman with whom to identify. Little did Rich and her adherents imagine in the 1970s and '80s that the fatherless Moore had been reared by lesbians and educated by feminists.

Who says a scorned man can't feel just as much wrath as a scorned woman?

I have always admired and had enormous respect for Elizabeth Taylor. She was not only an incredible actress but an amazing woman as well.

physically. The biggest worry for an abused woman is her small children.

There is a fascination with murder that is unequalled by any other crime. And the obsession with homicide is especially keen when the accused killer is a woman. Women aren't supposed to do such things. They create and nurture life.... When a woman abandons her more traditional function in the deadly game of homicide as victim, survivor, or observer and assumes the role of killer, it's especially disturbing--and sensational.

You can take the woman outta the trash, but you can't take the trash out a the woman.

My mother was a modern woman with a limited interest in religion. When the sun set and the fast of the Day of Atonement ended, she shot from the synagogue like a rocket to dance the Charleston.

The language of sex seemed to echo with Shop: as a Playboy, apparently, you got hammered or plastered, then you nailed or screwed or drilled a woman who was built, or had a rack.

How much more of the taxpayers' money can I throw at this thing? An evil woman. A woman loved by nobody, missed by nobody, a woman with shards of ice in her heart. A case of child abuse where no evidence remains, where numerous people were in the house, where no records of any description exist for an entire six-year period of time, where a family of itinerants moved in and took over without anyone ever knowing. It's impossible. It's terrible.

But, what if it's not a mistake? What if it's true?" "Well then, my angel... you'll be a very rich woman indeed.

But, what if it's not a mistake? What if it's true? Well then, my angel... you'll be a very rich woman indeed.