Quotes About Femininity

Beautiful women. The world, at that time, was full of them, all of them furiously incandescent like dying stars.

mientras su madre prometía a las alumnas enseñarles todo lo que una joven dama necesitaba para llevar las riendas de una casa. Como si una casa, pensó Marilyn, fuera algo que pudiera irse galopando si te distraías.

She still powdered her nose after cooking and before eating; she still put on lipstick before coming downstairs to make breakfast. So they called it keeping house for a reason. Marilyn thought. Sometimes it did run away.

The woman who is resolved to be respected can make herself be so even amidst an army of soldiers.

Naître fille dans ce pays est un crime en soi. Vous êtes coupable parce que pas mâle. Et vous êtes pute parce que fille. Alors autant l'être pour de bon. Une fille peut être vendue moins cher qu'une vache .

The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman.

In South Africa, "some women identify as gay rather than lesbian" and a "masculine man" playing the dominant role in a relationship with another man, for instance, is called "a straight man" and is not perceived as "gay" because he act as penetrator during sexual intercourse. This holds true to some extent in North Africa and in the Middle East.

Women do not know how to separate the soul from the body.

A woman is natural: that is to say, abominable.

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

Her smile is slight, like that of a little girl, and the eyes often small as if she is peering through a gun slit at a disappointing world. The hands are callused from work and rough when they touch and she is very strong. Once she grabs me from behind, puts on a choke hold and I begin to go black into unconsciousness. Then she giggles and releases her hold and light floods back into my brain and I marvel at her strength and caprice.

The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d'une femme - Est plus long qu'une larme.)

She's the ornament of her sex.

He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone quite path-for him. ~ Stephen speaking of Rachael

she had grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and useless.

She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty. With a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed — as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory, too. Oh, perfectly satisfactory.

I never saw such curls—how could I, for there never were such curls!—as those she shook out to hide her blushes.

Cunning, ferocity, and drunkenness in all its stages, were there, in their strongest aspects; and women: some with the last lingering tinge of their early freshness, almost fading as you looked: others with every mark and stamp of their sex utterly beaten out, and presenting but one loathsome blank of profligacy and crime: some mere girls, others but young women, and none past the prime of life: formed the darkest and saddest portion of this dreary picture.

You breathe in the glory of the new apple blossom and the girl heart rises up through all the world-mold that the years have gathered, and the lost thrill is back again.

The pearl is the queen of gems and the gem of queens.

We are so attuned to rhythms, to night and day, to fall, winter, spring and summer, year in and year out; to childhood, maturity, and old age; to the very beat of our hearts. Women, in particular, feel the ebb and flow of vigor every month of their reproductive years.

The shamans are forever yacking about their snake-oil "miracles." I prefer the Real McCoy — a pregnant Woman.

Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.

Indian summer is like a woman.