Quotes About Woman

Thank you very much," the girl said. "You know that another woman, or a woman in memory, is a terrible thing for a young girl to deal with when she is still without experience.

You know the only thing I've ever lost is curiosity, he said to her. You've never lost anything.You're the most complete man I've ever known

They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought.

If a good woman isn't a little bit Bitchy sometimes, it is just as though Dijon mustard didn't have any taste.

She should have. All woman should see it. It's a face that ought to be thrown on every screen in the country. Every woman ought to be given a copy of this face as she leaves the altar. Mothers should tell their daughters about this face. My son" – he pointed the razor at me – "go west with this face and grow up with the country.

So, Robert Wilson thought to himself, she is giving him a ride, isn't she? Or do you suppose that's her idea of putting up a good show? How should a woman act when she discovers her husband is a bloody coward? She's damn cruel but they're all cruel. They govern, of course, and to govern one has to be cruel sometimes. Still, I've seen enough of their damn terrorism. "Have some more eland," he said to her politely.

Don't worry about me talking," he said. "I have a living to make. You know in Africa no woman ever misses her lion and no white man ever bolts." "I bolted like a rabbit," Macomber said. Now what in hell were you going to do about a man who talked like that, Wilson wondered.

He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman.

A woman's sexuality depends on her authenticity and self-nurturance," she writes. Yet marriage and motherhood demand a level of selflessness that is at odds with the inherent selfishness of desire.

Clearly Andrea prefers to be the adored other woman than the avoided wife. Yes, there are trade-offs, but there are also benefits.

Metaphor is even built into the basic structure of creation. DNA is a code. A code is a kind of language. DNA expresses an idea—the idea of a man and a woman together—and brings it into being as you or me.

about to knock again when the inside door is pulled open to reveal a sinewy woman dressed in what appears to be layers of old sweaters and an ankle-length denim skirt. Her long hair held back in an elastic that leaves the ends bunched and brittle as the head of a broom. Brown eyes wide and alive

Even the greatest monsters couldn't inspire fear like an old woman who was plotting something.

A woman accentuates her beauty for her own self-esteem.

Guard against disappointments, because appearances can deceive. Things that are really as they seem are rare. And a woman is never as she seems.

Thirdly,' the Witcher replied in a tired voice, 'the monthly quota on miracles was used up when the woman from Kernow found her missing husband.

Geralt, who always maintained there was no such thing as an ugly woman, suddenly felt compelled to revise this opinion.

A choice which should be respected, for it is the holy and irrefutable right of every woman.

Fringilla' he answered after a while. 'You're a woman a man can only dream about. My Fault, my only fault, is that I don't have the nature of a dreamer

My mother? No, Calanthe. I presume she had a choice… Or perhaps she didn't? No, but she did; a suitable spell or elixir would have been sufficient… A choice. A choice which should be respected, for it is the holy and irrefutable right of every woman.

The blade, freed by the half-turn, floated after him, shining, drawing a fan of red droplets in its wake. The streaming raven-black hair floated in the air, floated, floated, floated... The head fell onto the gravel. There are fewer and fewer monsters? And I? What am I? Who's shouting? The birds? The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress? The roses from Nazair? How quiet! How empty. What emptiness. Within me.

She's a sorceress. An enchantress and a woman in one; in a word, an alien species that doesn't submit to rational understanding, and functions according to mechanisms and principles incomprehensible to ordinary men.

He's overexcited. After he releases, he trembles and shakes like a woman with a slug wriggling up her arse.

There are fewer and fewer monsters? And I? What am I? Who's shouting? The birds? The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress? The roses from Nazair? How quiet! How empty. What emptiness. Within me.