Quotes About Femininity

I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life.

She wore ribbons in her black hair and clung to her dreams

The Creator made women to please the eye, and to boggle the mind.

Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.

distant hills powdered blue as a girl's eyelid

On the whole, April ritualised femininity, but with somewhat plebeian connotations (Ceres, Flora, the Erycine Venus and probably Virile Fortuna as well).

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What it would be to be like one of them. To have power, be seen, be heard, be dudes rather than sluts, be jocks and geeks or bros or nice guys or boys-will-be-boys instead of quantum leaping between good girl and whore. To be the default, not the exception. To be in control, to seize control, simply because we happened to have a dick.

Are not couturiers the poets who, from year to year, from strophe to strophe, write the anthem of the feminine body?

Historiquement, le discours de l'absence est tenu par la Femme : la Femme est sédentaire, l'Homme est chasseur, voyageur; la Femme est fidèle (elle attend), l'homme est coureur (il navigue, il drague). C'est la Femme qui donne forme à l'absence, en élabore la fiction, car elle en a le temps ; (…)

Why didn't you tell us?" She shrugged. Gallic, feminine, obstinate. "What was to tell?" she said.

But we were hungry. And we had things to do. Roscoe put on the clothes she'd brought from her place in the morning. Jeans, shirt, jacket. Looked wonderful. Very feminine, but very tough. She had a lot of spirit.

Oh, I was young then, and I walked in my body like a Queen.

So," Wanda cried, "a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?

Are you with women who only bleed monthly on their cycles?

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.

Taylor clapped three times for attention. Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night. - Beauty Queens

For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it's like measuring your days in perfecting girls' curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it.

Adina sat up. "It's denigrating and objectifying." "No. It's eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody's taking that away from me. You will pry my Petal Power lip gloss out of my cold, dead hands," Shanti insisted.

On TV, talking heads wrung their hands over a lack of traditional feminine values and wondered if girls' sports were to blame. Then they cut to a commercial featuring a sexy college coed vacuuming her dorm room in her underwear.

It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.

Welcome to finishing school, Gemma. Learn to embroider, serve tea, curtsy. Oh, and by the way, you might be demolished in the night by a hideous winged creature from the roof.

We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen.