Quotes About Masculinity

Men are a strange breed.

Basic male display behaviour of the period, determinedly individualistic while actually dependent on a strict imitation of prevailing norms (...)

When boys grow into men, their boyishness is still apparent each time they abandon themselves a little. I stretch against them sometimes--lovesickness, it is the same ache as homesickness for me--and I marvel. The length of their bodies, it's where I find my house, my old street, Ashbury Park and all of its yowling--men, they walk around carrying my country, my motherland, and they don't even know. They don't have the tiniest idea.

Kinkade sketched the occasional nude woman, and was generous about passing the sketches around to the men and cheerful about accepting criticisms and suggestions, which he seldom incorporated, as he had his own vision. He signed them O.McCaucus-Bigg A new soldier was always puzzled by this, given that this wasn't Kinkade's name. O.McCaucus-Bigg? Braggart, are you? Kinkade would roar. Not as big as mine,laddie! A good joke, suitable for thirteen-year-old boys and bored sergeants and subalterns.

Good God. She was Wellington with eyelashes.

Take pride away from a man and you might as well run a knife through his heart.

It must be sheer hell for you to be cursed with such a pretty boy's face, he drawled. The agony of finding a different woman in your bed every night must wear you thin. I don't know where you get your stamina with this terrible burden you bear. The muscle in Ramsey's jaw flexed, which pleased Brodick considerably. We know you've had as many women in your bed as I have, Ramsey snapped. But I meant what I said. There are more important matters to discuss.

Testosterone is the world's most dangerous drug. Get one molecule on you and you're helpless.

No soft-skinned, lace-covered, dandified profligate would ever take this house and make it his. Ever.

Incredulous, Marcus just looked at him. 'Are you kidding me? You have stormed enemy bunkers with bullets flying all over the damn place.' Marcus should know - he'd been shoulder-to-shoulder with Diesel every time. 'Are you seriously trying to tell me you're scared of women stuff? What the hell, Diesel? Just . . . what the hell?

Inside, he had forgotten what it was like to hear a woman's voice, listen to the sort of complaints that only women could have. Bad haircuts. Rude store clerks. Chipped nails. Men wanted to talk about things: cars, guns, snatch. They didn't discuss their feelings unless it was anger, and even that didn't last for long because generally they started doing something about it.

The entire world gave men the responsibility for everything in it except for their dicks.

This seemed to be how dads taught their boys to be men, but there had to be a point, maybe early on, when they were able to hold their hands. One tiny one engulfed by one big one.

Small boys were a mystery to Sylvie. The satisfaction they gained from throwing sticks or stones for hours on end, the obsessive collection of inanimate objects, the brutal destruction of the fragile world around them, all seemed at odds with the men they were supposed to become.

Boys took a long time to become men but daughters were women from the kickoff.

She had one of those husky voices that sounded as if she were permanently coming down with a cold. Men seemed to find that sexy in a woman, which Jackson thought was odd because it made women sound less like women and more like men. Maybe it was a gay thing.

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.

Elite athletes learn entitlement. They believe they are entitled to have women serve their needs. It's part of being a man. It's the cultural construction of masculinity.

Fit men walking around and bathing, it would be just like being in Ancient Rome [on a footballers dressing room

A lot of boys will let me down but a real man wouldn't do it like that.

Men are amazing. I love the way they are. They're consistently little boys, and they need to be nurtured and loved. But at the same time, they need to feel like men.

I don't envy men and I certainly wouldn't like to become one now.

Most men have an insecurity of some sort. But we're brought up to believe that we can't show them.