Quotes About Femininity

Her hand had a lot of strength gained through the process of gentleness.

In the end , she said, a little bitterly, facing him in warm perfumed bathwater one evening, despite wealth, despite wisdom, despite contacts and court alliances, I am still a woman. And I will be judged on all counts for that single fact, via the cursed fucking geometry of how pleasing I am to the eye. Cheekbones and arse cheeks are my destiny.

There was finely toned muscle in her legs, and a substantial biceps stood out when she lifted her arms. Exuberant breasts strained the fabric of the leotard. I wondered if the body was hers.

I am life, I am strength, I am woman.

We don't allow females.' 'I know. I don't want to put my foot across your poxy threshold… I'll try not to be too obviously female. I'll keep the swoonings to a minimum and promise I'll have only one fit of the vapours.' The footman curled his lip. 'You - the vapours! Ha! Brats like you can't afford that luxury.

Margaret used to say that there were two kinds of women: those with clear edges to them, and those who implied mystery.

Good God. She was Wellington with eyelashes.

Christina was so feminine, so dainty, so damned innocent-looking … and she wore a knife strapped to her leg.

You will see: women are weak, but mothers are strong.

My head was a stage wrapped in a curtain of black velvet, and on the stage stood a single actress, named Naomi.

The whole surface of her body was covered with a coat of fine sand, which hid the details and brought out the feminine lines; she seemed a statue gilded with sand.

by a new burlesque trick: fish swivels affixed to her pasties. The mechanism allowed Finnell to pinwheel her tassels in any direction, from any position, at any speed

I suppose that Lucy and I were worthy of the male gaze, what with her pale blond beauty shown off nicely in a peach summer frock, in contrast to my black hair set against light skin. Tonight I wore my favorite dress of pale green linen, which everyone said complemented my eyes, and a cotton bolero jacket perfect for a summer evening.

Incredulous, Marcus just looked at him. 'Are you kidding me? You have stormed enemy bunkers with bullets flying all over the damn place.' Marcus should know - he'd been shoulder-to-shoulder with Diesel every time. 'Are you seriously trying to tell me you're scared of women stuff? What the hell, Diesel? Just . . . what the hell?

My nurture mother never would have reset me. And I was never a kit. Or a 'female.' I might be a non-human, but I'm not an animal. I'm a girl.

Women were as mysterious to them as the origins of the planet.

Inside, he had forgotten what it was like to hear a woman's voice, listen to the sort of complaints that only women could have. Bad haircuts. Rude store clerks. Chipped nails. Men wanted to talk about things: cars, guns, snatch. They didn't discuss their feelings unless it was anger, and even that didn't last for long because generally they started doing something about it.

The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive.

The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive. Their jokes are funnier. Their lives are better.

Women seemed to him to be in possession of all kinds of undesirable properties, chiefly madness.

shop-bought cakes are a sign of sluttish housewifery.

She... applied makeup, enough to have made an effort, not enough to be blatantly a woman...

Boys took a long time to become men but daughters were women from the kickoff.

Ladies who lurch.