Quotes About Femininity

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.

Women complain about PMS, but I think of it as the only time of the month when I can be myself.

Female nudes were not meant to titillate the viewer with their sensuality but to give physical form to abstractions such as ideal beauty or chaste love.

Mrs. Gley came down in a rush. She had on a kind of tea gown whose draperies flew out behind her, like the tail of a blowzy comet.

She held her shoulders straighter, and her breasts were bold.

Miss Seeley came in.... She was a little older, a little thinner. Her tailored pinstriped suit emphasized the boniness of her figure. But she still wore hopeful white ruffles at her wrists and throat.

Femininity and sweetness are part of women's strength...Quiet strength need not be mistaken for useless vulnerability.

Standing at the end of the bed Mariana is sporting a black dildo, held in position with what looks to be a harness made of beautifully turned leather. Even the stitching is… who gives a fuck about the stitching, Jude? Holy shit, you are about to get fucked by the hottest woman on the planet.

Perhaps the best god would be like a woman, because only women really knew how to forgive.

The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Men may sometimes be rather similar, but no two women are ever alike.

I have never understood the misguided attitude of most people to heavy, fleshy women, who are generally considered ugly. Surely, in the generous abundance of their flesh, their broad dips and curves and gradual inclines - bodies where the questing lover may wander freely and unhindered; where he can stop and rest, or turn a corner and discover some hidden recess - surely these magnificent women have a marked superiority over those of a more conventional build? They have so much more to offer!

Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in existence and hurl themselves upon it like Ahab with the White Whale. Women know where it lives but they can let it alone. Even in matriarchal societies I doubt that there were ever female Beowulfs. Women lie with gods and demons but they don't go looking for monsters to fight with. Ariadne gave Theseus a clew but the Minotaur was his business.

They were using the dolls to project their dreams of their own futures as adult women.

The world is full of pussy whipped men and dick whipped bitches.

sarho? olsun olmas?n bütün kad?nlar?n yüzlerinde, hareketlerinde ise: "aman yarabbi, ne zaman bitecek!" diyen bir ifade vard?; ve bununla bu geceyi de?il, bu hayatlar?n? da de?il, her ?eyi, ama her ?eyi kastettikleri besbelli idi.

Her corset dropped to the floor, and he swept his hands up to cup her breasts. "I'm just ungentlemanly enough to prefer a woman's real flesh, Angel. I like the softness, the fullness of it. If I wanted to feel whalebone, I'd fondle a whale.

All women, by their nature, are fragile and weak: they are attracted to the male in whom they see strength.

She's beautiful. In the way she is.

They said I was the most beautiful of women. My beauty was a beauty that inspired as much fear as desire.

A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women. Not that your father wasn't a nice guy and all, but... there's something missing in them, even the nice ones. It's like they're permanently absent-minded, like they can't quite remember who they are. They look at the sky too much. They lose touch with their feet. They aren't a patch on a woman except they're better at fixing cars and playing football, just what we need for the improvement of the human race, right?

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.

I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit tail wadded between my legs, sopping with liver-colored blood.