Quotes About Femininity

Why must women wake up and paint their faces? Who came up with this idea? What's wrong with washing and moisturizing? So, if you care to wear make-up, go right ahead. No one's stopping you. I only suggest reconsidering. Is it totally necessary?

Maybe she was born with it. Maybe it's Maybelline")

a lady to her fingertips.

everyone always says that Lord Findleshanks is really a woman. Did you ever look at him closely? He does look like a woman.' 'He has a beard,' Harriet pointed out. 'So did my grandmother.

I decided that since my curves aren't going to disappear due to gorging on lettuce, I might as well flaunt them. If men like the bovine appeal, as you said, they're certainly going to get it.

I certainly don't want a husband!" Griselda said. "Of course you do," Sylvie stated. "Every woman wants a husband; they are so necessary to one's comfort, like a flannel night rail in the winter. Necessary, but tedious to acquire.

chaise longue and slowly pulled on a stocking. Her body twinged

No wonder women wore layers of clothing. They had so much beauty to hide.

you're delicious and the right man will adore every curve.

I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.

It is the personality of the mistress that the home expresses. Men are forever guests in our homes, no matter how much happiness they may find there.

De ce în umbra lor infinitul ne pare aproape? Fiindca în preajma femeii nu mai exista timp.

Femeia-i Paradisul ca noapte.

Ya te cansaste de andar descalza de pie y pierna, como las mujeres de bien, ¿eh, condenada? ¿Llevó medias alguna vez tu madre? ¿Peinóse como tú, que siempre estás dale que tienes con el cacho de espejo? Toma, para que te acuerdes...".

Era una bellissima fanciulla, di quindici o sedici anni, alta e flessibile come un giunco, dalla pelle pallidissima, quasi alabastrina, con la tinta che ricordava suo padre il Corsaro Nero; aveva due occhi grandi, d'un nero intenso, e lunghe ciglia che lasciavano cadere sul viso la loro ombra. I suo capelli, neri come l'ala di un corvo, li teneva sciolti sulle spalle, legati solamente presso la nuca da una piccola fila di perle.

A lovely woman rolls up The delicate bamboo blind. She sits deep within, Twitching her moth eyebrows. Who may it be That grieves her heart? On her face one sees Only the wet traces of tears.

Who does not know that without women we can feel no content or satisfaction throughout this life of ours, which but for them would be rude and devoid of all sweetness and more savage than that of wild beasts? Who does not know that women alone banish from our hearts all vile and base thoughts, vexations, miseries, and those turbid melancholies that so often are their fellows?

In order that a woman may be able to keep a cook, may be finely educated, may possess the sentiment of coquetry, may have the right to pass whole hours in her boudoir lying on a sofa, and may live a life of soul, she must have at least six thousand francs a year if she lives in the country, and twenty thousand if she lives at Paris.

The most virtuous women have in them something that is never chaste.

All the epigrams written against the little sex—for it is antiquated nowadays to say the fair sex—ought to be disarmed of their point and changed into madrigals of eulogy! All men ought to consider that the sole virtue of a woman is to love and that all women are prodigiously virtuous, and at that point to close the book and end their meditation.

A virtuous woman has in her heart one fibre less or one fibre more than other women; she is either stupid or sublime.

Nature has favored our sex in giving us a choice between love and motherhood. I have made mine. My children shall be my gods, and this spot of earth my Eldorado.

By remaining unmarried, a creature of the female sex becomes void of meaning; selfish and cold, she creates repulsion.

Woman understands all things through love; what she does not understand she feels; what she does not feel she sees; when she neither sees, nor feels, nor understands, this angel of earth divines to protect you, and hides her protection beneath the grace of love.