Quotes About Femininity

Capitu era Capitu, isto é, uma criatura mui particular, mais mulher do que eu era homem. Se ainda o não disse, aí fica. Se disse, fica também. Há conceitos que se devem incutir na alma do leitor, à força de repetição.

Na verdade, Capitu ia crescendo às carreiras, as formas arredondavam-se e avigoravam-se com grande intensidade; moralmente, a mesma coisa. Era mulher por dentro e por fora, mulher à direita e à esquerda, mulher por todos os lados, e desde os pés até à cabeça.

O que nas mulheres é sentimento, nos homens é pieguice

Os leitores ficarão conhecendo está nova personagem com a simples indicação de que era um segundo volume de Augusta; bela, como ela; elegante, como ela; vaidosa, como ela. Tudo isto quer dizer que eram ambas as mais afáveis inimigas que pode haver neste mundo (O segredo do Augusta)

Na mulher, o sexo corrige a banalidade; no homem, agrava.

After Justin's death she had had it cut short, and felt that it was more becoming than the heavy masses of long hair he had loved, and which took forever to dry and dress. The short, well-styled hair toweled dry in a few minutes, and fell in becoming waves over her high forehead, her small delicate ears, showing the graceful curve of her neck.

Azariel didn't know what to say. Most Frenchmen preferred voluptuous women - whose ample breasts proved how well the next generation would be nurtured, between whose thighs they would take their pleasure. Women, in turn, dressed to appear as plump and fruitful as possible. Some even wore neckbands that, when pulled tight, made their chins look doubled. What kind of man wouldn't want a full-figured wife?

One is congenitally a woman; one tries not to be, but it's a question of one's humanity.

What was the difference between the As and the Cs? Terman ran through every conceivable explanation. He looked at their physical and mental health, their "masculinity-femininity scores," and their hobbies and vocational interests. He compared the ages when they started walking and talking and what their precise IQ scores were in elementary and high school. In the end, only one thing mattered: family background.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment... Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.

We've made hyper motherhood a measure of female success.

Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

You feel pretty, manly to me, " I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes."And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

Her hair, long, black and flowing, was her great asset, and she liked to wear it over her shoulders

the most perfect replica of the most perfect woman in all eternity.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

He had never seen her body so abandoned, so unconscious of all but the desire to be taken and satisfied. She bloomed under his caresses, no longer the girl but the woman already being born.

There are women's voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change. I believe that all these legends about people changing into animals at night – like the stories of the werewolf, for instance – were invented by men who saw women transformed at night – from idealized, worshipful creatures into animals and thought that they were possessed.

Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell...

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

Hugo has been infinitely tender with me, but while he talks of June I think of our hands locked together. She does not reach the same sexual center of my being that man reaches; she does not touch that. What, then, has she moved in me? I have wanted to possess her as if I were a man, but I have also wanted her to love me with the eyes, the hands, the senses that only women have. It is a soft and subtle penetration.

I wanted to hear women with musical voices, women soft and undulating, women all women, slaves maybe, dupes too, but what matter . . . women.

I would like to be naked and cover myself with cold crystal jewelry. Jewelery and perfume...

what she hated above all was that most men in her presence wilted, grew small and feeble. only the timid ones approached her, as if to seek her strength.