Quotes About Men

It was the first in a sequence of impossibly rich and voluminous banquets whose menus raised the question of whether any of the city's leading men could possibly have a functional artery.

Some critics argued men should not try to predict the weather, because it was God's province; others that men could not predict the weather, because men were incompetent.

In the following pages I tell the story of these men and this event, but I must insert here a notice: However strange or macabre some of the following incidents may seem, this is not a work of fiction.

The rest, with faces contorted from the strain of trying to listen, saw distant men gesturing wildly into the sound-killing miasma of whispers, coughs and creaking shoe leather.

They are blue. Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

No. Have it here where it is quiet. You and your quiet, said Brett. What is it men feel about quiet? We like it, said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear.

He missed the prayers but he thought it would be unfair and hypocritical to say them and he did not wish to ask any favors or for any different treatment than all the men were receiving.

I wondered where Cohn got that incapacity to enjoy Paris. Possibly from Mencken. Mencken hates Paris, I believe. So many young men get their likes and dislikes from Mencken.

There is not much future in men being friends with a great woman although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

There is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

The men ate seriously.

There are no men like them when they are good, but when they get bad, there's no world which is worse.

They are, he thought, the hardest in the world; the hardest, the cruelest, the most predatory and the most attractive and their men have softened or gone to pieces nervously as they have hardened. Or is it that they pick men they can handle? They can't know that much at the age they marry, he thought. He was grateful that he had gone through his education on American women before now because this was a very attractive one.

no me gusta esa resignación. Es un sentimiento malo que se adueña de los hombres cuando están a punto de alejarse o de traicionar; es el sentimiento que precede a la liquidación.

The tyranny of words is only slightly less absolute than that of men; but whereas elections, revolutions, or just the dreary passage of time can do away with human tyranny, patient analysis and redefinition are required to remedy the linguistic affliction.

Men are weak and silly and they admire strength and goddamn it, I had it.

In the end, it takes phenomenal neatness of housekeeping to put it through the heads of men that they are swine.

Men choosing abuse need to be connected to choices. They are not powerless. Take them back to the beginnings of their relationship. They would have rarely used violence at the beginning of the relationship as their partner would have left them.

But … why me?" I said. It was the first of the million questions in my mind to come tumbling out of my mouth. "Because there are no more men here," said Magdala. "No fighting men," Tauratanio said. "No fighting men of brave heart and right belief," added Magdala.

With one of those long biblical beards men grow when their heads can no longer contain their self-regard and it simply flows out of their chins all the way down to their sternums. Also a black ponytail. Also a purple flower tattoo on his neck. Also a ring in his nose. Oh, how original and eccentric he was!

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men; Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude.

Oh. Well, you've got options. Your looks aren't going anywhere," she replies, as she fiddles with her controls. "Thanks. I was hoping to find someone who loves me for my mind." "Oh, that's adorable. That's not the way it works, darlin'. Men have to fall in love with you despite all that.