Quotes About Femininity

For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.

I can imagine you with me in the swamp, helping to raise our sons, shotgun right at your side, everywhere you go." "Daughters." "Baby. Really? I'm a manly man and I have manly sperm, the kind that only throws sons. Way, way too much testosterone for the female children. You're going to have to let that dream go." "I have my heart set on daughters, so you're going to have to tone down the male craziness and get the feminine vibe going.

She couldn't help herself; she reached up to trace that incredible smile with the pad of her finger. Who had a mouth like that? Who had such white, perfect teeth and such beautiful eyes? "You should be pretty with all those lashes," she murmured, still not certain if she was dreaming. "But your face is a little too rugged to be feminine." He caught her fingers and bit gently on them. "I'm thankful for that, at least.

How sad to be a woman—not to know Aught of the glory of this breast of snow, All unconcerned to comb this mighty hair; To be a woman and yet never know! Were I a woman, I would all day long Sing my own beauty in some holy song, Bend low before it, hushed and half afraid, And say "I am a woman" all day long.

All women like men to be strong and decided and following out their careers. A woman wants to be motherly to a man and protect his weak side, but he must have a strong side too, which she can respect ... If you ever care for a woman, I don't advise you to let her see that you've got no ambition. Otherwise she'll get to despise you.

Women are no good," he told me bitterly. "They spoil everything. They haven't got the spirit of adventure. Men understand each other much better when they're alone together. Uncle Peter (that's our Scoutmaster) says women should stay at home and mend socks. That's all they're fit for!

I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.

She was twentysix and pretty in a way that made men want to tuck her into flannel sheets and kiss her on the forehead before leaving the room; cute but not beautiful.

Katrina stepped out from behind Horst and tossed back her auburn hair like a spray of molten copper.

Sonea era más cínica. Había observado que las mujeres solían pasar por alto cuando estaban enamoradas porque, en algún momento, el amor tendía a desvanecerse. Era mejor casarse con un hombre que te gustara y en quien confiaras

Two very beautiful naked girls are crouched facing each other. They touch each other sensually, they kiss each other's breasts lightly, with the tip of the tongue.

Piamonte... Acerqué la foto y leí la dedicatoria. Decía: «Porque yo soy la primera y la última. Yo soy la honrada y la odiada. Yo soy la prostituta y la santa. Sophia.»

Women make up half the world; and I thought I had reached the stage where there was nothing in a woman's nakedness to surprise me. But I felt now as if I was experiencing anew, and seeing a woman for the first time.

She'd cook like an angel and fuck like a whore

Tight-lacers were frequently compared to suicides and infaticides, torturers and murderers. They were bad wome, who solicited the lecherous gaze of vulgar men. Specifically, they were bad mothers - at a time in the late nineteenth century when motherhood was seen as women's sacred duty.

My happiness is measured in Inches, 2, 4, 6, 8, .... I LOVE SHOES TOO MUCH....

It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word 'she.

She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man, because she is an instrument of pleasure.

exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul.

A beautiful woman is a casus belli; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanour. All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats.

Knowing that she was beautiful, she felt convinced, though in an indistinct way, that she had a weapon. Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.

Pretty, but badly dressed, breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which must afterwards fill the whole life of the woman, coquetry. Love is the other.