Quotes About Femininity

mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues

a pretty girl, who naked is is worth a million statues

i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight

In the end It will not matter That I was a woman. I am sure of it. The body is a source. Nothing more. There is a time for it. There is a certainty About the way it seeks its own dissolution.

I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in. -A WOMAN PAINTED ON LEAF (In a Time of Violence)

Women are regaining the function that is their birthright and, therefore, comes to them more naturally than it does to men: to be a bridge between the manifested world and the Unmanifested, between physicality and spirit.

I verily believe that a man's way with women is in inverse ratio to his prowess among men. The weakling and the saphead have often great ability to charm the fair sex, while the fighting man who can face a thousand real dangers unafraid, sits hiding in the shadows like some frightened child.

The woman's soul is fashioned as a shelter in which other souls may unfold." -- Edith Stein

Lily sank with a sigh into one of the shabby leather chairs. How delicious to have a place like this all to one's self! What a miserable thing it is to be a woman. She leaned back in a luxury of discontent.

It was men, not women, who struck me as foreign and desirable and I disguised myself as a child or a man or whatever was necessary in order to enter their hushed, hieratic company, my disguise so perfect I never stopped to question my identity. Nor did I want to study the face beneath my mask, lest it turn out to have the pursed lips, dead pallor and shaped eyebrows by which one can always recognize the Homosexual.

But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.

I don't know what this great weight of hair is for. Our Lady would hardly approve it," she said as she passed on to the next girl.

She stood with her legs slightly apart, tightening the shimmery fabric of her floor-length formal. It was an appealing pose to Barney, giving just a hint of tomboyishness within the confines of the gown.

As Anne watched her, she could not help thinking of the age-old question every woman asks herself at some time or other: do I have to swallow it?

They say a girl becomes a woman when she loses her mother. You, child, were born a woman.

Femelle, je te traiterai en femelle, et c'est bassement que je te séduirai, comme tu le mérites et comme tu le veux. A notre prochaine rencontre, et ce sera bientôt, en deux heures je te séduirai par les moyens qui leur plaisent à toutes, les sales, sales moyens, et tu tomberas en grand imbécile amour, et ainsi vengerai-je les vieux et les laids, et tous les naïfs qui ne savent pas vous séduire, et tu partiras avec moi, extasiée et les yeux frits !

The beauty of women was the first expression of my photography.

D. vuelve a mostrar sus fauces de hembra de alcoba. La deseo profundamente. Su cercanía es como una premasturbación. Todo mi ser se reduce a la piel. La peau! La peau! ¡Ni qué decir de lo que daría yo por su cuerpo cuando me mira sonriente! D. tan sucia y superficial. Tan adorable. Tan lejana...

It is perhaps not enough to say that there is no essence of femininity; one could go a step further and say that the essence of femininity is to pretend to be a woman. One is a woman if one carries castration as a mask.

You are not the fat girl. You are voluptuous!...You are an angle descended from the heavens, a goddess of plenty walking among the denizens of hell where stick figures reign supreme.

A women's greatest asset is her beauty.

There were at least 32 attacks by suffragettes on art on public display between 14 January 1913 and 17 July 1914.[6] There is dispute about whether or not the targets of attacks were all specifically chosen for their symbolic value or whether some were random. Whilst attacks on representations of beautiful mythological women seem to be planned defacements of conventional images of femininity,[7] others seem haphazard choices directed by impulse and opportunity.

Ever since I'd been old enough to know about virtue in a woman, it had seemed like a bull's-eye painted on my head in rouge.

What breadth, what beauty and power of human nature and development there must be in a woman to get over all the palisades, all the fences, within which she is held captive!