Quotes About Woman

His hand closed around her throat. Not a threat. Just the most possessive way a predatory changeling male had of touching a woman outside of sex. "Don't say his name." He brushed his thumb across her pulse.

Ölü bir kad?n için fazla merakl?s?n." "Ne diyebilirim? Ä°yi bilgilendirilmiÅŸ olarak ölmeyi tercih ediyorum." sy. 265

Ten years was a long time for evidence to age and fade. For flesh to disappear. For everyone to forget that Nina Parvati Rai had been a living, breathing woman who'd loved music and cooking and had a mind like a computer. In another life she could have been a professor. In this life she'd been a rich man's wife. Now she was just bones.

Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse and held her at arm's length. He caught a glimpse of Kalish's face and the shredded mess where his throat should have been.

In passing, also, I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance, he laid the blame on a woman.

The first time Adam had a chance, he laid the blame on woman.

A woman is a fool that lives from penny to farthing and n'er looks to the possibility of loss.

Rape does for a woman's sexual fantasy what the first martini does for her in reality: both relieve her of responsibility and guilt.

El rostro de Annie parecía amónico y dorado, como el de una mujer de un cuadro renacentista.

Take what comes and live life without complaint. What will be, will be. Life is a woman's gift; death is God's.

Instincts are given to us by God to guide us. It takes a strong woman to listen to those instincts and ignore what the world says to do.

The devaluation of woman represents a necessary stage in the history of humanity, for it is not upon her positive value but upon man's weakness that her prestige is founded. In woman are incarnated the disturbing mysteries of nature, and man escapes her told when he frees himself from nature.

To protect women's rights, we must be able to say what a woman is. If postmodernism is correct—that the body itself is a social construct—then it becomes impossible to argue for rights based on the sheer fact of being female. We cannot legally protect a category of people if we cannot identify that category.

Lucy had to guard her reputation - her reputation for sanity - the way that a woman a hundred years before would have had to guard her reputation for virtue.

When does power exist? Only in the moment it is exercised. To the woman with a skein, everything looks like a fight.

As it is written: "She cuppeth the lightning in her hand. She commandeth it to strike." from the Book of Eve, 13–17

God is neither woman nor man but both these things. But now She has come to show us a new side to Her face, one we have ignored for too long.

A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.

When a man and woman married, nothing they did together had any shame or immodesty. It was all in the name of God. There was fruitfulness and joy in it, and it followed the Creator's own plan for continuing the human race.

What becomes of a man who acquires a beautiful woman, with her "beauty" his sole target? He sabotages himself. He has gained no friend, no ally, no mutual trust: She knows quite well why she has been chosen. He has succeeded in buying something: the esteem of other men who find such an acquisition impressive.

Let's reject the notion that men have exclusive rights to the sun. Must Helios, Apollo, Ra, Mithras, and the other golden boys take up every seat in the solar chariot that lights each day and coaxes forth all life? This is a miscarriage of mythology, for a woman's egg resembles nothing so much as the sun at its most electrically alive: the perfect orb, speaking in tongues of fire.

I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have.

The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he is a baby.

The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he's a baby.