Quotes About Femininity

What is a woman's life? Do not think, because she is not a man, she does not fight. The bedchamber is her tilting ground, where she shows her colours, and her theatre of war is the sealed room where she gives birth.

But then men fall in love with them, and babies are nourished at them, and they sag a little or a lot from years of service, and you mourn the beauty you were late to recognize, and you start to think of cancer.

Part of our shared tragedy - we recognized it at once - was that we never separated from our mothers, which meant we liked girls more than the world like them, which is to say more than they liked each other, let alone themselves.

She had arrived in a gown of black silk beneath a cage of fish bones and shells, her deep aquamarine hair caught up in a crown of coral.

O lady fair! O lady cruel! How I miss your sweet misrule. I miss your hair. I miss your eyes. But most of all, I miss your thighs.

Her hair falls loose in a cascade of black curls, caught in a crown of magenta bougainvillea.

She looks soft, pretty, like a girl in a painting. Like a girl who fits inside her own skin.

Nothing is so discreet as a young face, for nothing is less mobile; it has the serenity, the surface smoothness, and the freshness of a lake. There is no character in womens faces before the age of thirty.

The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

Le bonheur est la poésie des femmes.

Happiness is the inner poetry of women, just as fine clothes are the mask of beauty

Una mujer es coqueta mientras no ama.

Elle était jolie par juxtaposition.

Men were only made into "men" with great difficulty even in primitive society: the male is not naturally "a man" any more than the woman. He has to be propped up into that position with some ingenuity, and is always likely to collapse.

I gravitate toward women.

I learned embroidery," Kaede said, "But you can't kill anyone with a needle." "You can," Shizuka said offhandedly. "I'll show you one day.

It would be so much easier to be aggressive if she were wearing her bra.

Or, just ignore it, one day you'll turn forty and you'll slowly realize you don't feel the eyes anymore, and the freedom is a relief, but you'll also sort of miss it, and when a truck driver whistles at you while you're crossing the road, you'll think, Really? For me? It had seemed like a really genuine, friendly whistle too. It was a little humiliating just how much time she'd devoted to analyzing that whistle.

Her cup size didn't suit either her personality or profession but she was descended from a long line of short, acerbic, busty women, and so this was her lot.

A woman wants to be adored but she doesn't want reverence.

She was a woman with the strength to move mountains. She was a woman as weak as a child.

that beautiful woman held themselves differently; they swayed like palm trees in the breeze of all that attention. Cecilia wanted her daughters to run and stride and stomp. She didn't want Polly to bloody sway.