Quotes About Woman

For me, growth and empowerment are about giving a woman a choice.

It takes enormous strength to be a real woman.

Really, I am entirely material driven. If a project appeals to me, I will try to find the right writer and director. And that may be someone I've worked with before, or it may not. It may be a woman, or it may not.

I knew I would be demonized as entitled and what no woman can ever be: ambitious.

I am a woman. I write SF. And it's not acceptable to treat me as anything less than an equal. I won't stand for it.

People hold my father in very high esteem, but what was amazing was that nobody looked at me as a woman; I was never made aware of the fact that I am a woman.

I approach styling as if I were a woman and what I would want to wear to a certain event.

Kirken ligger helt i enden av muren, like ved havet. Den heter … Joanet prøvde å komme på det. – Den heter Santa Clara. – Det er jo heller ikke jomfruen. – Nei, men det er en kvinne. Moren din er nok sammen med henne. Kanskje er hun sammen med en mann som ikke er faren din?

Wart hogs should sue for libel. It is a terrible name and they are fine fellows and devoted family men and it is rare to see one by himself the little woman and the kiddies are usually close at hand.

The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.

She scrubs me until I spit soapy water. Pig, she smiles. A man should smell better than his country— such is the silence of a woman who speaks against silence, knowing silence moves us to speak. She throws my shoes and glasses in the air, I am of deaf people and I have no country but a bathtub and an infant and a marriage bed! Soaping together is sacred to us. Washing each other's shoulders. You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?

Ella looked every bit like a well-to-do city woman. Her black hair was coiled in waves around her head, beneath a pert, proper red hat. She wore matching gloves and a coat that looked thick and warm. She was a tall woman with a strong presence. She seemed enormous to me, like Papa, so full of blackness.

My father was a statesman, I am a political woman. My father was a saint. I am not.

A gentleman who doesn't have the physical and/or emotional sensitivity to use condoms couldn't possibly possess the self-confidence required to fully procure the infinite sounding of pleasure from the depth of a woman's being, via the endlessness of her cunt.

The woman was finally done, and Beatrix reached for a magazine. There were always German magazines lying around here, Vogue was extremely rare; who wanted to read German magazines, anyway? Twin Murders in Stuttgart. Certainly an awful place, it even sounded like murder. Sex in Germany. That was probably even worse.

He'd been a good man, but she understood the difference between the kind of love a woman was simply taken over by and the kind she chose in a rational decision.

Under his appreciative gaze, she felt beautiful. Powerful in the way a woman feels when a man looks at her with desire in his eyes.

Our human flesh needs touch and intimacy, what we get, or should get, from a mother--Woman. Shouts and whispers

Nothing shy of a miracle could bring about a match between a woman committed to protecting lives and a man who'd destroyed more than his share.

Bradford watched her leave the stable. "Unusual woman. I feel quite intoxicated." He laughed. "But then I felt intoxicated before I met her, so it's difficult to judge.

I think being a woman is like being Irish... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

I think being a woman is like being Irish... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

For you being human means being human and being a woman and being a worker and being everything, everything. Asking a lot? Each of us is asked only for what he can give. Woe betide us, if he doesn't give it all.

Oh, she is coming, the dancer of the future… more glorious than any woman who has yet been: more beautiful than the Egyptian, than the early Italian, than all women of past centuries—the highest intelligence in the freest body!