Quotes About Femininity

Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of.

It is not, Valency could hear her mother's prim, dictatorial voice asserting, it is not MAIDENLY to think about MEN.

Wouldn't it be lovely, Miss Shirley, if some one could just wave a wand and make everybody beautiful? she said wistfully. Just fancy my feelings, Miss Shirley, if I suddenly fould myself beautiful! But then....with a sigh...if we were all beauties who would do the work? Anne of Windy Poplars

I don't seem to be like other girls, Judy. They all want to go to college and have a career. I don't...I just want to stay at Silver Bush and help you and mother. There's work for me here, Judy...you know there is. Mother isn't strong. As for being educated...I shall be well educated...love educates, Judy.

She gives me meals that stick to my ribs. She don't forget to put salt in the porridge. She never slams doors, and when she has nothing to say, she don't talk. That's uncanny in a woman, you know, Mister.

The ten year old Ingleside twins violated twin tradition by not looking in the least alike. Anne, who was always called Nan, was very pretty, with velvety nut-brown eyes and silky nut-brown hair. She was a very blithe and dainty little maiden—Blythe by name and blithe by nature, one of her teachers had said. Her complexion was quite faultless, much to her mother's satisfaction. I'm so glad I have one daughter who can wear pink, Mrs. Blythe was wont to say jubilantly.

She was a little lady with snow-white hair beautifully wavy and thick, and carefully arranged in becoming puffs and coils. Beneath it was an almost girlish face, pink-cheeked and sweet-lipped, with big soft brown eyes and dimples . . . actually dimples. She wore a very dainty gown of cream muslin with pale-hued roses on it . . . a gown which would have seemed ridiculously juvenile on most women of her age, but which suited Miss Lavendar so perfectly that you never thought about it all.

Well, we're not getting a girl," said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy.

don't you be too sure your name won't ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother — his MOTHER, mind you — that you were the smartest girl in school. That's better than being good looking." "No, it isn't," said Anne, feminine to the core. "I'd rather be pretty than clever.

As a girl, as a woman, how did you possibly win? When faced with a whole damn life full of sexual situations and decisions, how did you possibly make all the right moves?

A man looks at a "sex goddess" and lusts. A man looks at a feminine woman and worships.

It was often that way with women, it seemed. One minute Lorie would be drilling holes in him with her eyes, and the next minute she and Clarie would be combing one another's hair and singing tunes.

Could any woman live every day with that level of masculinity?

Maude Rainey was built like a barrel, with a bosom as big as buckets and a voice that some claimed would make hair fall out.

You could have sniffed once or twice," Karla said. "It said in an article I read that the smell of women's undergarments is very exciting to most men.

Qué orgullosa se sentía de ver a Esperanza tan segura de sí misma, tan inteligente, tan preparada, tan feliz, tan capaz, pero al mismo tiempo, tan femenina y tan mujer en el más amplio sentido de la palabra.

Ma had been very fashionable, before she married Pa, and a dressmaker had made her clothes.

At Cornell she had discovered that domesticity had a brain; here, in the beloved, safe home that was entirely hers, she was learning that it had a heart.

The men of her family – Frederick, Monty – were lovable and weak. The women could see life for what it was and bear it.

He loved to fuck,needed the release to keep his muscles content,and though he didn't allow anyone to touch him,undress him,or speak to him,he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways,durations,and decibel levels they'd never known existed.

He loved to fuck,needed the release to keep his muscles content,abd rhough he didn't allow anyone to touch him,undress him,or speak to him,he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways,durations,and decibel levels they'd never known existed.

one of the good things about being a woman is that my level of testosterone poisoning is lower than most men's.

If you keep a gun in your purse, you get killed, because no woman can find anything in her purse in under twelve minutes. It's a rule.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.