Quotes About Woman

For the record, kid, Summoning a demon to kidnap her, not the best way to meet a woman. It usually backfires on you.

A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.

I think I have the best of both worlds because I am a woman, but I'm also a tomboy.

sometimes an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend

A real man is one who remembers the lady's birthday, but never knows how old she is. A man who never remembers her birthday, but knows exactly how old she is, - is her husband.

What is amazing for a woman of my age is that I change as the world is changing-and changing very, very fast. I don't think my mother had that opportunity to change.

An adult woman should not be so possessive of her own birthday that she begrudges her friends the chance to get married on the same day.

Unfortunately, modeling takes you with no transition from being a girl to being a business woman

It is a woman's business to be interested in the environment. It's an extended form of housekeeping.

A business woman needs a successful mix of design and practicality.

The odds are not in your favor the older you get, especially if you're a woman in this business.

It's hard being such a powerful woman in the business. I'm known for not always being warm and fuzzy, because you'll just get bulldozed over.

A woman with vision is unstoppable, a woman who is always increasing her skills multiplies. Along with passion this woman is undeniable.

Basic principles: no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet. He just needs the right broom.

Two books under my belt, some controversial journalism, a reputation for contentious provocative attention-seizing writing. I had something of a name. If feminism had been around then I'd have taken it up, I suppose; it would have needed me. As it was, I never felt its absence; being a woman seemed to me a valuable extra asset.

Denied the need to work by her husband's income, she pursued occupation. Hers was the stocky, tireless physique of a peasant woman bowed over a cornfield in some nineteenth century painting; transposed into her large modern house in this tranquil commuterland, she seemed to dart hither and thither with the undirected pent-up energy of a clockwork toy. A prettier woman would have taken up adultery.

A woman is a deep Ditch, said he, her House inclines to Death and her Paths unto the Devil

The battered and pathetic thing that represented any claim to conscience I might have had turned away from me in disgust. Oddly, I couldn't blame it. I was disgusted myself. Disgusted at my weakness and my lack of resolution, at my refusal to see justice through in the name of the woman who had borne me.

It was as though, by concealing woman behind the veils of her enigmatic nature, men could evade the unpalatable truth that their mother was a sexual being. Proclaiming woman to be a dark problem, men were happily dispensed from searching for a solution.

In the course of these pages, I have called the idea of the mysterious woman a cliché, and so it was. But, like other clichés, it has a certain psychological reality.

My sister is not an ugly woman. I don't know if there's a better person around.

What is it to make a moral judgement, or to argue about an ethical issue, or to live according to ethical standards? How do moral judgements differ from other practical judgements? Why do we regard a woman's decision to have an abortion as raising an ethical issue, but not her decision to change her job? What is the difference between a person who lives by ethical standards and one who doesn't?

You know how when a woman gets angry, really angry, she can reach way back into herself and find rage enough to blow any man to pieces

Mysterious Woman Sally called Teri Martin