Quotes About Femininity

They fight like puppies. They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters.

They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters." I

Para qué voy a llevar un puñal? —replicó ella—. Soy una dulce y delicada flor, ¿no? Una mujer que se pasea exhibiendo un puñal solo busca problemas. —Metió una mano en un bolsillo y sacó un largo y delgado trozo de metal con uno de los bordes reluciente—. Sin embargo, una mujer que esconde un puñal está preparada por si surgen problemas. En general, es más cómodo aparentar que eres inofensiva. Menos problemático.

No hay nada mejor en el mundo que la dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven.

Maybe I was waxing nostalgic, but that was certainly better than waxing my legs. I don't know how women do that—the legs, not the nostalgic part.

Sometimes love creeps upon me, and I suddenly sort of just realise that it's there when i start shaving my legs every day and singing on my bicycle.

The thing about The Dubliners is - line'em up, the hardest rock'n'roll bands in the world, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Oasis, Nirvana, U2 - we're all a bunch of girls next to The Dubliners.

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I imagined face and genitals to be the corresponding poles of the female sex, when girls wept I thought of pudenda weeping in unison.

Nous sommes les Ingénues, Aux bandeaux plats, à l'œil bleu, Qui vivons, presque inconnues, Dans les romans qu'on lit peu.

If the women in Paris were peacocks, I was a garden-variety hen.

It is common knowledge that Belle women make hard men melt like butter in a pan. They are equally adept at reversing the process.

Os seus olhos parecem lua, que se mostra, que se esconde, que vai e volta. Ela sofre da doença da lua. A lua esta dentro dela. A lua é mesmo ela.

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

no woman can love a weak man hard enough to make him strong.

To Bette Davis, Gena Rowlands, Romy Schneider... To all actresses who have played actresses, to all women who act, to all men who act and become women, to all the people who want to be mothers. To my mother. - Dedication, Todo Sobre Mi Madre

Her sentimental sissy eyes watched as they turned her virginal tablecloth embroidered with so much love into a mayhem of murder and drool. Her seamstress sissy eyes saw the off-white linen turned into a violet-colored crime sheet, the drenched shroud of a nation where her angels and birds were drowning.

When we've defined femininity for their generation so narrowly, in such a sexualized, commercialized, heteroeroticized way, where is the space, the vision, the celebration of other ways to be a girl?

Making something from nothing is the quintessential magic of women, whether turning fiber to thread or flour to bread or engaging in the ultimate creative act: conjuring new humans from nowhere at all.

Too bad all that beautiful cleavage had to be wasted on a man-eating floozy.

If you've never seen a steel magnolia on the warpath, you've missed one of the world's greatest wonders.

She had the look of a woman whose bra had just been snapped open.

I began drinking because the thought that I was drinking gave me a kind of identity: each time I poured myself a brandy in the deserted afternoon I could say to myself 'I am a woman who drinks.