Quotes About Men

Beer commercials usually show big men doing manly things, "You just killed a small animal: It's time for a lite beer." Why not a realistic beer commercial? "It's five o'clock in the morning, you've just pissed in a Dumpster: It's Miller time!"

See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.

We're men, Rick. We're idiots. Ask Mel," he said. "Yeah.

All men are weak,' said Phin. 'That's the whole bloody trouble with the world. Too weak to love properly. Too weak to be wrong.' My breath caught at the power of this statement. I immediately knew it to be the truest thing I'd ever heard. The weakness of men lay at the root of every bad thing that had ever happened.

Don't try and change me. Women always try to change men. It never works. I'm not trying to change you. I'm trying to work with you.

glances of the women and the respectful expressions of the men that everyone regarded them as strong, bold, and daring. The Sicilian word for such qualities was mafioso, and it was a compliment.

You should be more careful out there," the doctor says. "You have a dangerous job. I mean, do you see men doing it?" "Of course not!" Young-sook exclaims. "The world knows that the cold water will cause their penises to shrivel and die." The doctor shakes her head and laughs.

I mean—are some men just flawed by nature? Or do we enable their bad behavior, make it worse in a way because we hide it, and don't demand better from them?

All women are mysteries." "Only men think that," said Pearl. "Largely because they're not paying attention.

This was what happened. Abused boys became dangerous men. Those around them with a self-preservation instinct—even the people who loved them—started to move away.

But that was her karma, always involved with the wrong man. Some were rich, some were poor, some were handsome, some were homely. But they all had one thing in common—they were wrong for her.

She wondered if he was about to deliver another lecture about remembering death. As if a mother ever had to be reminded of that. Maybe it was just men who needed to acknowledge how fragile, how temporary, how unsafe life was.

It's a ground floor apartment in the old part of Hadport. I don't see much of Mrs. Zarnac, who lives upstairs. Lonely-looking older men visit her, And when she cooks for them vinegar smells waft down. Crosses my mind he might be pickling them alive, one after another, for some dark embalming project.

It is strange,' he said at last. 'I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.' 'Yet, enter it you must,' Gwydion answered, 'for it is a destiny laid on each of us. True, you have seen these things. But there are equal parts of love and joy.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

I think it is not so much the growth of virtue, as simply the replacement of prior vices with an addiction to one's god." Umegat emptied his cup. "The gods love their great-souled men and women as an artist loves fine marble, but the issue isn't virtue. It is will. Which is chisel and hammer.

I'm afraid even ImpSec has no explanation for women's tastes in men.

What did it say that Nikys had better luck getting a straight answer from a chaos demon than a man? Nothing new, more's the pity.

A woman with experience keeping fool men alive might do the trick." "Des!" He convulsed to a sitting position. "What, you're the one who's been mooning after her hips for the past fortnight. So do something about it.

It's not the ship that's different. It's the men. Leadership is mostly a power over imagination, and never more so than in combat. The bravest man alone can only be an armed lunatic. The real strength lies in the ability to get others to do your work.

Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.

Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream bad dreams, or lie awake while the meteors whisper greenly overhead. But nowhere in all space or on a thousand worlds will there be men to share our loneliness.

You refuse to listen. Because, like every other man, you can keep only one idea in your head at a time-usully the wrong one.

Perhaps she drives men away. Perhaps, without even being able to help herself, she just puts men into her ill-tempered car and drives them off: to quarries, dumps, small anonymous bodies of water.