Quotes About Femininity

Marusja of the ready laugh, the orange-scented handkerchief, the bosom fair to outward eye.

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that yellow hair.

Dark girls, fair girls were patting their hair, tying ribbons again, tucking handkerchiefs down the fronts of their bodices, smoothing marble-white gloves. And because they were all laughing it seemed to Leila that they were all lovely.

Yes, madam, it was all left to me. Oh, she did look sweet. I did her hair, soft-like, round her forehead, all in dainty

Ulysse apprit à Calypso le nom des arbres, la couleur d'une fleur, le goût de la papaye, le vibrato d'un do. Il lui apprit à reconnaître les parfums. Celui de l'orange et de la mandarine, de la fleur de violette et de la vanille, de la rose poivrée et de l'ylang-ylang, du bois de cèdre et du patchouli. Et tout cela composait un parfum. Le parfum des femmes qui aiment et s'élèvent dans le ciel.

Al casarse, se hacía por fin inteligible. Dejaba de ser un genio desgarbado para convertirse en una mujer como las demás, con un corazón que conquistar, un vientre que fecundar, un piso a decorar.

After all, from the ankles down, I still had it all going on.

She had gleaming mahogany hair, cut into a sharp, sleek bob and eyes that were the colour of dark chocolate – huge doe eyes framed by black lashes. Her skin was ivory and her proportions amazing; a thin tapered waist, high full breasts, shapely legs. She walked with such casual sensuality that it was impossible not to stare at her. And she was a woman who was used to being stared at.

Her honey-coloured hair fell in heavy wavesbelow her shoulders and as she stared up at him her eyes, clear, speckled amber, seemed to tilt at the corners; her brows were black and swept up in arcs, and she had thick black lashesh. There was about her a kind of warm luxuriance, something immediately suggestive to the men of pleasurable fulfillment- something for which she was not responsible but of which she was acutely conscious.

She thought it was probably a good idea to like being looked at if you were a girl—it was probably key to survival. If you were a gorilla it was the other way around. Somewhere the girl had read that if you looked a gorilla in the eye it would strangle you.

Even when they proclaimed themselves dupes and victims of consumer culture, women did not renounce makeup, for it had become a common language of self expression and self-understanding.

Having challenged an earlier regime of female respectability and moralism, advertisers came to advance what would become key tenets of normative femininity in the twentieth century. Ironically, a period that began with cosmetics signaling women's freedom and individuality ended in binding feminine identity to manufactured beauty, self-portrayal to acts of consumption.

One became a woman in an act of making up that was, incongruously, inherent to feminine nature.

To make the mask invisible involved not just creating a natural look, but training the eye to perceive makeup as a natural feature of women's faces.

I wore a white tank and jeans, shooting for "sexy casual." Hoping it wasn't "left farmhouse, got lost.

I love heels... whoever created heels is amazing!

I love the smell of estrogen in the morning

gown, and wearing the slippers

A princess never refers to anything as a bitch unless it has eight teats

You've got to breathe! And make the bridge between the top half of your body and the bottom. Between the woman in you who's sweet and tender, and the woman in you who's a bitch.

It's always wonderful to get to know women with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth.

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Women still have an uneasy relationship with power and the traits necessary to be a leader. There is this internalized fear that if we are really powerful, we are going to be considered ruthless or pushy or strident—all those epithets that strike right at our femininity.

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.