Quotes About Femininity

I believe in celebrating the female figure and embracing what we've been given, not hiding that.

I actually think I think better in high heels.

To look long and lean, wear a wide-leg trouser with high heels.

When my kids are in college, maybe I'll drag my fishnets and high heels out.

Usually, what I do if I want to dress things up is I don't go for high heels, but I go for mid-heels instead.

If you can fight in high heels, you can walk in high heels.

Always highlight the eyes with kajal. Brush your hair neatly and never step out of home without a touch of lipstick.

I think of myself as a highly sexual creature.

I've never had a highly developed sense of being female. The sexuality has either been stopped, or else it's been an exaggerated P J Harvey kind of sexuality.

Babies did not attract me, and I was altogether without the maternal sense so highly developed in small and adolescent girls.

But her mother was one of those weakest of women who can never forget the beauty they once possessed, or quite believe they have lost it, remaining, even after the very traces of it have vanished, as greedy as ever of admiration.

It had never occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work til it was coarse in the grain like an overripe turnip, could be beautiful. But is was so, and after all, he thought, why not?

Oh, woman, woman! (...) Thou art a mystery, an abyss, and he who thinks to know thee is totally mad.

Une jolie femme n'est pas toujours aussi rangée qu'une autre.

The thing about girls? Suzanne said. Is we are more content-driven.

La vita, giovanotto, è una donna sdraiata, con seni accostati e rigonfi, con una gran pancia liscia e molle fra i fianchi sporgenti, con braccia sottili, cosce piene e occhi socchiusi, che nella sua provocazione splendida e beffarda esige il nostro più fervido ardore.

Depend upon it, you are just the sort of girl a man would be glad to have for his sister! You don't even know how to swoon, and I daresay if you tried you would make wretched work of it, for all you have is common sense, and of what use is that, pray?

Nothing is so destructive of female charms as contact with fresh air.

A delicately nurtured female (unless all the books lied) would have swooned from the shock of being kissed by a strange man, or at the very least would have been cast into the greatest affliction, her peace cut up, her spirits wholly overpowered. What she would not have done was to have stayed to bandy words with her wolfish assailant. Nor would she have been conscious of a feeling of exhilaration. Venetia was very conscious of it.

She made the rather horrifying discovery that the slim fingers of a lady could curl into claws, and quickly straightened them.

Miss Trent thought that she had seldom seen Patience in such good looks, and reflected that nothing became a girl so well as a glow of pleasurable excitement. She was inevitably dimmed by Tiffany, who was in great beauty, and wearing a dashing bonnet with a very high crown and a huge, upstanding poke framing her face, but there was something very taking about her countenance; and her eyes, though lacking the brilliance of Tiffany's, held a particularly sweet expression.

Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful.

My mom told me to cover up my arms ever since I was little because I was muscular. She wanted me to be feminine, which did not come easy to me. My body was what it was, and I worked it to be a better tennis player.

Strong, not skinny, is now sexy, and long workouts are a thing of the past.