Quotes About Woman

Man needs reality, and woman illusion. Man needs illusion, too, but the woman who gives him illusion also gives him less reality—in proportion.

Once a month, the moonstorm. Dust in the eyes and ghosts in the veins. The blood of woman is spilling and all the strength ebbs away.

Behind my romanticism lies a primitive woman with primitive hungers.

Eu sunt femeia care ofer? iluzie, care primeÅŸte imaginaÅ£ia b?rbatului. O situaÅ£ie pe care târfa o invidiaz?... Târfa domneÅŸte în realitate.

Because I am a woman who understands, I am asked to understand everything, to accept everything.

Description of yourself walking through Paris and the tips of your breasts taut and tingling. Feeling, as I read your book, that for the first time I was going to know what are a woman's sensations in love . . . Asking myself over and over, does she look at men always with those steady eyes? . . .

Perhaps there is nothing at all, perhaps the mystery is that there is no mystery at all. Perhaps she is empty, and there is no June at all." "But, Henry, how can an empty woman have such a vivid presence, how can an empty woman cause insomnia, awaken so many curiosities? How could an empty woman cause other women to take flight, as you tell me, abdicating immediately before her?

Ri, Anaïs», diz Fred. «Henry diz que adora ouvir-te rir, que tu és a única mulher que possui o sentido da alegria, uma tolerância comedida»

Though the passivity of woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? [...] Do women act thus?

Somehow in the whore the cold womb, constantly subjected to desire, produces a phenomenon. All the eroticism comes to the surface. The constant living with a penis inside of one does something fascinating to a woman. The womb seems to be exposed, to be present in every aspect of her.

are the only woman who has had a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance—no more, you seem to urge me to betray you.

Frailty. Sweet, treacherous acquiescence. Bird docility. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

The mating of the future which will be a success will be founded on the truth of being. We are not only making a new woman—we are making a new man. We are not only bringing forth the truth in women but making men desire the truth.

It has taken years to find the answer, but I go back to that quote by Mary Gordon: "Being fatherless leaves a woman with a taste for the fanatical . . . a fatherless girl can be satisfied only with the heroic, the desperate, the extreme.

Woman's emancipation means education of men as well as women," Alva insisted. "The mating of the future which will be a success will be founded on the truth of being. We are not only making a new woman—we are making a new man. We are not only bringing forth the truth in women but making men desire the truth.

Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.

She was enchanted. But, being a woman—that is, belonging to that species of creature who is able to combine the loftiest heights of poetry with the hardest of concrete facts—she turned to Montalbano, who couldn't take his eyes off all that natural beauty, and said, in Sicilian: "I'm really hungry.

In the world men seem to exercise power, but all of that comes to nothing in the face of the lust provoked by a woman. Whatever he does to her, she is still more powerful than he is because he wants her, he needs her, he is being driven by a desire for her. In the sexual woman-superior model, power is articulated as being intrinsically female because power is redefined beyond reason, beyond coherence: as if power is in the corpse that draws the vultures.

Glamorous, intelligent, resilient, bracingly direct, and prone to obscenities, Zohra seems like the kind of woman who would run an international spy ring.

My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do.

A woman proved to the court that she had been arrested in a case of mistaken identity, but was executed because "since she's already here we might as well execute her too."54

This is a must-read book for all those who feel they have the right to engage in any part of the debate on sex education, a woman's right to choose, or the impact of adoption." —

DODGE: You're a funny chicken, you know that? SHELLY: Funny? DODGE: Full of hope. Faith. Faith and hope. You're all alike, you hopers. If it's not God then it's a man. If it's not a man then it's a woman. If it's not a woman then it's politics or bee pollen or the future of some kind. Some kind of future.