Quotes About Femininity

Cosmetic surgery processes the bodies of woman-made women, who make up the vast majority of its patient pool, into man-made women.

A woman laughing is a woman conquered.

Women are nothing but machines for producing children.

Women are nothing but machines for producing children." Napoleon Bonaparte ( Not me...

They are, in fact, Cheaters, luring men into the foaming waters of carnality without even the vaguest possibility of conception. What a delight, what a subversion of expectation. The healthiest and most womanly of women are in fact a rendition of Amazon queens, self-possessed and self-defined, women whose bodies have an enviable integrity and a fleshy, nonreplicative beauty that razzes Charles Darwin. The buck, the stud, the bull, stops here.

I hope that I'm right in my interpretation of the organic grandmother, that mother hunger is a primal trait of womanness, and that my daughter's need for me may prove larger, more enduring, and more passionate than the child's need for meals, clothes, shelter, and applause.

A woman's breasts welcome illusion and the imaginative opportunities of clothing.

The clitoris not only applauds when a women flaunts her mastery; it will give a standing ovation. In the multiple orgasm, we see the finest evidence that our lady Klitoris helps those who help themselves. It may take many minutes to reach the first summit, but once there the lusty mountaineer finds wings awaiting her. She does noy need to scramble back to the ground before scaling the next peak, but can glide like a raptor on currents of joy.

Open the ovoid mother and find the ovoid girl; open the child and the next egg grins up its invitation to crack it. You can never tell a priori how many iterations await you; you hope they continue forever. My daughter, my matryoshka.

When a guy tells me I'm cute, it's not something desirable. Cute is more like what you want your pet to be.

Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.

She isn't stupid. She's intelligent enough in a purely feminine way. Eighteenth-century France would have been a marvellous setting for her, or the old South if she hadn't made the mistake of being born a Negro.

Sempre gostei de grã-fina. A grã-fina é a única mulher limpa. A grã-fina nem transpira. peixoto

Rogelio has a feminine side," Anna countered. "From what you've told me, Rogelio has a weak side. Not at all the same.

A gift by women, for women.

But do I really want my vagina to heal over through lack of use either?

She shot up like one of the weeds in the barley field and grew tender breast buds.

It pleases me to wear silk couture and pearls. I like the way it feels on my skin, the way it fits.

Self-consciousness, the curse of Western womanhood.

The curve of her cheek, the top of her shoulder where her shift had slipped, had the bloom and sheen of just-risen cream ready to be licked.

She could pretend it was enough to sit with a tablet weave between them, as women had for generations, and sometimes talk, sometimes fall into a half trance, mind floating free.

Her bright red lipstick couldn't hide the fatigue in her smile.

She laid her hand, brief and light as a drift of hawthorn blossom, on Hild's head.

When she climbed out of the car, I saw the difference, the sleekness, her buttocks as ripe as mangoes, her arms and legs plump and muscled.