Quotes About Femininity

But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress…a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

Never had I known a young girl so beautiful and at the same time so gentle and intelligent. Where were her men? Where had they failed?

You boys can keep your virgins, give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

Nothing like beautiful legs. 'Cause with beautiful legs, even if you've been there only once or twice, there might be something up there besides the cunt, there might be something really marvellous this time - it could be a cunt, but it could be - it's just something about looking at the legs just makes you - I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the cunt, I'm just saying, you always imagine - some extra magic when you're looking at the outside portion of the female.

there is hardly anything as beautiful as a woman in a long dress not even the sunrise not even the geese flying south in the long V formation in the bright freshness of early morning.

Charles - disse ela. - Vera - disse eu. - o que foi? - perguntou ela. - sou o maior poeta do mundo - disse-lhe eu. - morto ou vivo? - perguntou ela. - morto - disse eu, esticando o braço e agarrando um seio. - adorava espetar-te um bacalhau vivo pelo cu acima, Vera! - porquê? - sei lá. ela puxou para baixo o vestido. eu acabei o copo de uísque. - tu mijas da crica, nao mijas? - acho que sim. - enfim, é o problema das mulheres.

arabas?na doÄŸru yürüdü. kap?y? kapatt?m. ne istediÄŸini biliyordu ve o ben deÄŸildim. bu tür çok kad?n tan?yordum.

Compliance with the mile-high stack of social expectations you grow up with as a girl turns out to be mandatory if you want to get ahead in business. Be blonde, be skinny, and don't forget to smile, bitch.

For I have seen the women moving, this year Storing away the clothes that will never be worn again, putting the death-sanctified sheets away Gathering up their lives too, in patterns I cannot enter

She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd   The rein with dainty finger-tips,   A man had given all other bliss,   And all his worldly worth for this,   To waste his whole heart in one kiss   Upon her perfect lips.

reason. She had a well-endowed bosom. Marshal

The pretty girl is always right.

Ah, the Devil Herself. We really do not know whether the Devil wears breeches or a skirt, now do we?

She cringed when she saw she needed a bikini wax - and cringed that she even got them in the first place. It wasn't the pain. It was the whole idea she was raising her daughter in a world where pubic hair was a problem.

have become a born-again woman just so the sex would be hot. No orgasm in the world is worth all that electrolysis. Truthfully, I became an external woman because I have always been an internal woman. That's all there is to it.

I believe, a woman can always create miracles and foresee a lot of things that a man might not be able to do.

If I look in the mirror, my body is absolutely perfect. I think not enough women feel that way.

Women are very different, but the woman I wish to be is the ultra-femme girl, and it's not something that's instilled in me, it's just something that when I look in the mirror, it's how I want to present myself.

I find it a great antidote... lipstick and mirrors and hairspray.

The minute you step into a job where you have to be at all tough and assertive, that's when the mischief happens. And you're not allowed to be assertive and feminine.

In some ways, I missed my era because I'm big and messy and have big feelings and take up space on a stage rather than being diminutive and childlike in my woman-ness.

Like our juxtaposed name, Blackpink, our style is a mix of strong and powerful but also girly.

There's a mixture of pride and self-loathing in Jewish female comedians that I've always admired and wanted to bring into Jinkx.