Quotes About Femininity

When we were growing up, women in their late 40s generally didn't dye their hair.

I really enjoyed the process of 'Women in Clothes,' but there's no way I would have done that again. It felt more like being an editor than a writer, and I longed to write again.

Girls have always wanted to be pretty, even in Egyptian times. Cleopatra wore all that eyeliner, you know.

The elegance of a sari or the flirtiness of a lehenga is matchless.

You have to embrace your authenticity and your unique perspective as a woman.

I have a woman's body and a child's emotions.

I think everybody should have a great Wonderbra. There's so many ways to enhance them, everybody does it.

I have always enjoyed the company of women.

It takes enormous strength to be a real woman.

It used to be that I'd do drag, then get out of drag, and try and be as much of a boy as possible. That didn't feel entirely authentic for me, but it felt like what I had to do at the time.

If you don't have a child, you're not a real woman. I know the ERA people will kill me for saying that.

Las mujeres son maliciosas por naturaleza y disfrutan tentando al hombre hacia los caminos del mal

Offers herself up whole, without conflicts, a woman who is many things, all at once.

Remember this, for it is as true as true gets: Your body is not a lemon. You are not a machine. The Creator is not a careless mechanic. Human female bodies have the same potential to give birth well as aardvarks, lions, rhinoceri, elephants, moose, and water buffalo. Even if it has not been your habit throughout your life so far, I recommend that you learn to think positively about your body.

We must keep both our femininity and our strength.

What's the going price for a stay-in-the-kitchen wife with big boobs and no demands?

the great beauties of the world were the women who displayed not only beauty but character:

Pretty girls are a business' I say, 'and that has nothing do to with love

Lines don't make beautiful women less beautiful

She sat quietly in one corner of the sofa, the end of her sari drawn modestly over her hair. Like the motionless illusion of a madly spinning top, she was staring vacantly into space.

Sindoor in our partings, bindis on our forehead and dupattas drawn over our faces we sat demurely in a corner. We stole glances at each other's face and were struck by our own beauty. This made us all the more bashful.

Maybe you have to become a mother to get to the real sense of everything. Or a prostitute.

Her friends' lips were red, their teeth white, and their tongues and gums were pink. Pink, too, were the tips of their breasts. Their eyes were aquamarine blue, cherry-black, hazel and maroon.

You may think she should be soft and feminine, pampered and sweet, a lady in the accepted sense of the word, but she is what she is, sir, and acted with those qualities that, in a man, would have been applauded as heroic. Courageous." The gentle eyes looked up at Gray, silently condemning. "I'm sorry, sir. But I think you are unfair to reject the woman you love just because she defended that which she held most dear.