Quotes About Femininity

They want time to move fast so they can paint their nails a provocative red and wear high heels that crack walnuts and make people jump. He wants time to slow down so he can prolong the enjoyment of walking among them, of being next to this self-contained beauty.

Je ne voudrais pas être une femme ici. je ne voudrais pas porter en permanence le poids de ces regards, leurs violences multiples, attisées par la frustration. Pour la première fois, je réalise que l'acte le plus banal d'une femme en Algérie se charge d'emblée de symboles et d'héroïsme tant l'animosité masculine est grande, maladive.

You put high heels on and you change.

Vos sos la mujer araña, que atrapa a los hombres en su tela.

And what's so bad about being soft like a woman? Why is it men or whoever, some poor bastard, some queen, can't be sensitive too, if he's got a mind to? ... - But if men acted like women there wouldn't be anymore torturers.

And what's so bad about being soft like a woman? Why is it men or whoever, some poor bastard, some queen, can't be sensitive, too, if he's got a mind to? —I don't know, but sometimes that kind of behavior can get in a man's way. —When? When it comes to torturing?" —No, when it comes to being finished with the torturers." —But if men acted like women there wouldn't be anymore torturers.

María Luisa Bombal

Her sea-blue eyes shone behind curls that hid her brow, and all her face had that vivid radiance that is retained by ripe nectarines for only a day, but glows for three or four years on the smooth cheeks of young girls.

Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs.

At that moment, noticing that his embroidered handkerchief was revealing part of its coloured edging, he thrust it back into his pocket with a startled glance, like a prudish but not innocent woman concealing bodily charms which in her excessive modesty she sees as wanton.

I'd be more impressed with a woman's mind if it jiggled pleasantly when she walked.

Shakespeare has no heroes. He only has heroines.

Taryn was now thirty-four. She still had those major assets—she was blond, good-looking, with interesting places in all the interesting places.

And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.

Curley's wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was pretty and simple, and her face was sweet and young. Now her rouged cheeks and reddened lips made her seem alive and sleeping very lightly. The curls, tiny little sausages, were spread on the hay behind her head and her lips were parted

What a wonderful thing a woman is. I can admire what they do even if I don't understand why.

The door was closed to men. It was a sanctuary where women could be themselves—smelly, wanton, mystic, conceited, truthful, and interested. The whalebone corsets came off at Dessie's, the sacred corsets that molded and warped woman-flesh into goddess-flesh. At Dessie's they were women who went to the toilet and overate and scratched and farted. And from this freedom came laughter, roars of laughter.

I had made myself believe that the eyes are not the mirror of the soul. Some of the deadliest little female contraptions I ever saw had the faces and the eyes of angels.

A girl was just a girl to you. They wasn't nothin' to you. But to me they was holy vessels. I was savin' their souls. An' here with all that responsibility on me I'd just get 'em frothin' with the Holy Sperit, an' then I'd take 'em out in the grass." "Maybe I should of been a preacher,'' said Joad.

Woman can change better'n a man, Ma said soothingly. Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And

She bought all new underwear. She had a horror of being found dead with mended or, worse, unmended underclothes.

But it must be hard living the Lily Maid, the Goddess-Virgin, and the other all at once. Humans just do smell bad sometimes.

finally, in our time a beard is the one thing a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.