Quotes About Femininity

He'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. She was wearing a plain gown the color of weak, milky tea, largely covered by a black apron. There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and her gilded curls were an untamed riot with a cobweb draped across one side. She was exquisite.

Her eyelashes lay on her cheek, but they were not extraordinarily thick or long. Her eyebrows would benefit from plucking, but they were elegantly curved.

Todas as mulheres eram bonitas. Todo anjo do céu devia de ser mulher.

Um corpo diferente de todos, mais fino, mais alvo, cor-de-rosa, uma beleza que não se sabe — como uma riqueza inesperada, roubada, como uma vertigem... Despir Dona Lalinha será sempre um pecado. Eu teria de ter vivido para a merecer — desde a hora do meu nascimento.

When he came home I was well groomed, fragrant, feminine. He never saw a laundry bag, a dust cloth, or a hair curler. I hope he never knew that such things existed!

Females are born flirts. I've watched my three girls flirting almost from the time they were able to get their eyes opened and they could focus. They cooed at men, fluttered around them—and flattered them. But once girls get themselves married they forget the romance—and that's when the flirting should really begin. If you want to keep your husband, that is. A lot of other women are flirting with him and flattering him—you can depend on that.

A busy woman can't spend whole days in front of mirrors, but she ought to have them all over the house (which improves the décor, too) and make a point of glancing at herself every time she passes one. It's a form of narcissism that pays off. If you are pleased with what you see, chances are he will be, too.

A short-haired Barbie would be an oxymoron.

Insulated from natural contacts with earth, air and sunlight, by corsets pressing on the solar plexus, by voluminous petticoats, cotton stockings and kid boots, the drowsy well-fed girls lounging in the shade were no more a part of their environment than figures in a photograph album, arbitrarily posed against a backcloth of cork rocks and cardboard trees.

Why is it, Miranda,' she whispered, 'that such a sweet pretty creature is a schoolteacher – of all dreary things in the world . . .?

There are few women who go around actually feeling: Oh, what a fascinating feminine mystery I am.

You told me ghouls were male. Rodan is male - and asinine. King Kong is male. I could've been a witch, but the Devil is male. Faust is male. The man who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima was male. I was never on the moon.

Men don't like places like this where the secret maintenance work of femininity is carried on, just as they turn green and bolt when you tell them medical events are occurring in your genito-urinary system.

Every gal needs a great white shirt. The good news: you don't have to spend a bundle. Find one that tapers in at the waist for a sleek silhouette. Or choose one with a crisp collar, worn un-tucked, à la Audrey Hepburn, for a chic, casual look. For instant elegance, try a classic French cuff dress shirt; the required cufflinks lend built-in style.

What you did was very brave," Aunt Sticky Feet said, her words clipped but not unkind, "but men don't want women who are brave. They want women who make them feel like men." "I don't care about that," Tiger Lily said quietly.

but men don't want women who are brave. They want women who make them feel like men.

except for Aunt Fire, who was never self-aware enough to feel awkward / but you're a girl, someday you'll want to be a prisoner to someone other than yourself

Many of my books come from what if questions that I can't answer, things that I'm worried about as either a woman, a wife, a mom, an American.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Por qué las chicas nos obsesionamos tanto con nuestra apariencia? Es como si realmente creyéramos que lograr mantener nuestro pelo y maquillaje perfectos hará toda la diferencia. Como si cualquier hombre digno de nuestro tiempo dejaría de ver nuestra belleza debido a un clip de diamantes de imitación arreglado en un ángulo torcido.

Summer estaba en lo cierto, después de todo: sería una increíble Titania. Si lo consigue ella, ¿a mí qué? Podría ser un Duende mejor, y eso podría ser más divertido de todos modos. Parezco una malvada andrógina ahora, con mi cabello corto. Probablemente sería un estupendo Duende, en realidad, ahora que lo pienso. ¿Quién dice que tengo que ser la Reina de las Hadas?

those who married and bore children, and those who worked and consequently were not really women at all. The

I am a woman on her way to eat cake.

I have six sisters..." "So?" "So let me tell you, it is the simplest thing in the world: give in. What woman wants, God wants.