Quotes About Men

Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed.

Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two ideas - that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.

Think of all the fine men we should lose is suicide were not so cowardly

It is the most opulent, most gorgeous land on earth—a land whose wisest are but little wiser than its dullest; a land where the rulers have minds like little children and the law-givers believe in Santa Claus; where ugly women control strong men——

I did not think - I was a battleground for the thoughts of many men.

Later in the garden she was happy; she did not want anything to happen, but only for the situation to remain in suspension as the two men tossed her from one mind to another; she had not existed for a long time, even as a ball.

It was growing colder and the men passing had flipped up the collars of their overcoats.

unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or

I'm too bright for most men, and yet I have to descend to their level and let them patronize my intellect in order to get their attention.

contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. 'Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final,' he seemed to say, 'just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are.' We were in the

No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.

I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswire across his character and disposition and general outlook. With some men it's secret and we never know it's there until they strike us in the dark one night.

There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

American men," said Nancy gravely, "don't know how to drink." "What?" Jim was startled. "In fact," she went on carelessly, "they don't know how to do anything very well. The one thing I regret in my life is that I wasn't born in England." "In England?" "Yes. It's the one regret of my life that I wasn't.

The education of all beautiful women is the knowledge of men.

He asked her if she thought he was conceited. She said there was a difference between conceit and self-confidence. She adored self-confidence in men.

I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a house—the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.

hito iyashiku / ran no atai o / ronji keri Men are disgusting. They argue over The price of orchids.

Porque todo ha de saberse y lo que no se sabe lo imagina la malicia de los hombres.

There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.

The rustic, the reader of novels, the pure ascetic: these three are truly happy men

Mi irrita la felicità di tutti questi uomini che non sanno di essere infelici. La loro vita umana è piena di tutto ciò che costituirebbe una serie di angosce per una sensibilità vera. Ma poiché la loro vera vita è vegetativa, quello che subiscono passa loro accanto senza toccarli intimamente. Vivono con la fortuna autentica di vivere senza accorgersene. Per questo, comunque, vi amo tutti. Miei cari vegetali!