Quotes About Femininity

Like is an emotion. Emotions"—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—"are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman's legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It's a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man's ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

She's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades.

A woman is an occasion. My dick rises to it.

Pushy, that's what brunettes are. Even the dainty, fragile-looking ones.

Sexual excitement alters the lines of her body, fuses it into new lines against mine. A woman's spine changes when she wants to fuck, a subtle, supple shifting at the base, a sharper curve at that hollow where back meets ass. Breasts tighten and lift, the slant of jaw changes as the mouth prepares and muscles draw tight. I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Women fight differently from men. You couldn't get me to hurt a woman's breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I'm PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Pretty, pink Barbie fucks hard and raw like an animal. Her

up—A pretty woman doesn't have an ugly mouth, she would say—

I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

her head and raised arm; her dimpled chin barely topped the

The entire being of a woman is a secret which should be kept.

I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighted torch ... and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order ... by sitting on the mystery of life, and knowing themselves that there was no mystery.

Sugar, your clothes should always be tight enough to show that you're a woman, but loose enough to show that you're a lady." She

The paradox of being a "strong" woman is that you are both perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and desperately hopeful that you don't always have to.

A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.

The woman is the most perfect doll that i have dressed with delight and admiration.

Women have waited millions of years growing separate as another species, with visions and priorities no man-words, no man-measurements can comprehend.