Quotes About Masculinity

Holman studied the two cops. They were both in their thirties with solid builds and burnished faces as if they spent time outdoors. They were fit men and young, but neither had Holman's heavy shoulders and weight. The man seated beside Holman was wearing a wedding ring. Holman

A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk.

Men are not gentle, friendly creatures wishing for love, who simply defend themselves if attacked. . . . A powerful desire for aggression has to be reckoned as part of their . . . endowment. —Sigmund Freud

Boys. . .didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need. . .boys. . .treated friendship the way they treated the sun: it's existence undisputed, it's radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly

Pria sejati tidak membaca puisi dan tentu saja mereka tidak pernah menulisnya! Pria sejati, anak laki-laki sejati bermain sepak bola.

Boys love hitting each other in the face. I guess it's the next best thing to a kiss.

I hope they're in town. I want to face them!" Regin stood and brandished one of the two swords that she usually wore in sheaths crisscrossed on her back in addition to the dagger sheath she customarily wore on her forearm. I'll lunch on their balls! That was Regin's new threat: to lunch on enemies' balls. Reege, when you threaten males with that, I don't think it has the result you intend. They think less Lunchables , more tea bag .

If you want to communicate an idea to a man's brain, talk to him through his pecker. It's like an ear horn, y'all.

It'd taken her several seconds to react to the sight of them together. She'd been almost hypnotized by the scene as Lothaire drank. Chase's masculine face had been tense, his gray eyes focused on the ground. Lothaire's face had been starkly beautiful, his pale blond hair brushing Chase's shoulder. Light and dark. One terrible, one tragic. And Lothaire had been... hard. Oh, gods! She cried as she ran back along the trail. Hot poker for my eyes! Hot poker!

Some of the males rose from the table then, making noise about a rugby rematch. MacRieve tensed, but didn't join them. When a couple of the men said things in Gaelic, their tones taunting, she asked, "Are they trash-talking you?" "Oh, aye. According to them, I'm the veriest pussy. Already mate-whipped.

Kaderin didn't believe, as a whole, the nymphs were more beautiful than the Valkyrie, but everything about them screamed, Easy lay! When you don't want to work for it! And curiously, many males found that more appealing than the Valkyrie's Do it and die, simian.

Now, why don't you shove in a manpon and tug up your manties

The two of them were acting like such...guys. I wanted to strangle them.

Apparently, he was a show-er and a grower.

Bringing a strong man to his knees is simple. It's keeping him there that's the tricky business…

She wanted to purr—because apparently central casting had just sent down the consummate virile warlord.

A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare. For you, I have anything to spare.

I had lesser friends who would pretend to be interested in a night of catching up and then morph into giggly backstabbers at the first whiff of Polo Aftershave--woman who were lightning fast with the put-down joke or dismissive wave, whatever it took to seem more pretty or witty or larger chested to the nighly swarm of male barflies.

Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

It's still feminine, but not in a romantic way. It's all about masculine and feminine, and being strong.

A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.' Quite often men are fools.

Authentic men aren't afraid to show affection, release their feelings, hug their children, cry when they're sad, admit it when they're wrong, and ask for help when they need it.

I wonder why men get serious at all. They have this delicate, long thing hanging outside their bodies which goes up and down by its own will. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself.