Quotes About Masculinity

What men are most afraid of is not lions, not snakes, not the dark, not women. Not any more. What men are most afraid of is the body of another man. Men's bodies are the most dangerous things on earth.

Far more than women, men learn to fear being cowards. Being accused of behaving like a woman carries connotations of emotionalism and weakness.

There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do..

He was so very large and male, and excessively male creatures always discomposed her.

I took the standpoint that the profession of technologist, a man who masters matter, is a masculine profession, if not the only masculine profession there is.

Do many guys ask you out twice?""Only the ones with balls.

I live by a man's code, designed to fit a man's world, yet at the same time I never forget that a woman's first job is to choose the right shade of lipstick.

Guys just don't care. We don't take the time to plan behind each other's back. We just say, 'If you don't like me, screw you.' If a guy doesn't like you, you know because you have a black eye.

The boys of my people began very young to learn the ways of men, and no one taught us; we just learned by doing what we saw, and we were warriors at a time when boys now are like girls.

I'm terrified that I'm genetically predisposed to only having boys. That's frightening. By the time I was 10 years old, and I'm not exaggerating, I knew how to patch drywall.

He clings to his masculinity, his solitude and his feigned indif- ference so he can maintain his role, so he'll never, ever have to show his feelings. Poor Peter, how long can he keep it up? Won't he explode from this superhuman effort?

Poor Peter, he needs to be loved so much! It sounded so cold when he said he didn't need any friends. Oh, he's so wrong! I don't think he means it. He clings to his masculinity, his solitude and his feigned indif- ference so he can maintain his role, so he'll never, ever have to show his feelings.

It gave me a wonderful feeling when I looked into his dark blue eyes and saw how bashful my unexpected visit had made him. I could read his innermost thoughts, and in his face, I saw a look of helplessness and uncertainty as to how to behave, and at the same time a flicker of awareness of his masculinity. I saw his shyness, and I melted. I wanted to say, Tell me about yourself. Look beneath my chatty exterior. But I found that it was easier to think up questions than to ask them.

I was shy," said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.

Rape is unmanly.

Of course the cameo said nothing of my height of six foot four inches, that my hair was jet black, my eyes blue, or of the fact that I was slight of build. I had the kind of long thin fingers which were very good for the piano, which I played now and then. I played now and then. And it was my height that told people that in spite of my all too precious face and feminine hands, I really was a young man.

He would die at her hands. He knew it, with sudden lightening clarity. The man he had struggled so hard to become, the all-powerful, all-knowing Simon of Navarre, would be destroyed by a woman's heart.

Alex Barrow's broad face, with the roughened skin that gave him an air of experience. His powerful, packed, wrestler's body. The thick black fur at the base of his throat. It was wrong to call him handsome, although all the women did. Really he was almost ugly, but in a stirring, thrilling way that made her shift in her seat as she thought about him.

Men just generated wires and cords and electrical tape everywhere they went, somehow. They might not even be aware of it.

Joey and Big Ed loved each other with the kind of straight-boy-devotion that started wars, terror attacks, and video game companies.

I assure you he died screaming like a girl. (Daimon) Oh, I am so offended by that. What is the deal with that sexist statement? I'm a female and I don't scream. But I've killed many a male Daimon who did. (Danger)

He wanted to work in Hot Woman Valhalla until he died of testosterone poisoning. (Nick)

He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. Oh thank you so much. That's what every man wants to hear about his name. You might as well call me 'Little Pecker' while you're at it and tell me you would love to have me go shopping with you for feminine hygiene products. Oh and by all means, carry a big, sparkling pink bag with flowers on it and make me hold it.

You bit me? (Stryker) We use what we have. (Zephyra) That's such a girl move. (Stryker) But it works. Maybe if you fought like a girl and not a stunted baboon, you'd actually win. (Zephyra)