Quotes About Men

Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.

My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea, and my eyes are the color of water.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.

The inner hatreds of men are now projected outside. There are fights in the streets. Revolutions in France, they say. Men did not seek to resolve their own personal revolutions, so now they act them out collectively.

I am enmeshed in my lies, and I want absolution. I cannot tell the truth because I have felt the heads of men in my womb. The truth would be death-dealing and I prefer fairytales. I am wrapped in lies which do not penetrate my soul. As if the lies I tell were like costumes. The shell of mystery can break and grow again over night. But the moment I step into the cavern of my lies I drop into the darkness. I see a face which stares at me like a cross-eyed man.

Odio a los hombres que temen la fuerza de las mujeres. Probablemente Jean amaba su fuerza, su poder destructivo. Porque June es destrucción.

Now Geroge had a weakness in common with many men; when he was in an expansive mood, he loved to recount his exploits.

Men think they live and die for ideas. What a divine joke. They live and die for emotional, personal errors, just as women do.

el amor entre mujeres es un refugio y un escape hacia la armonía. En el amor entre hombre y mujer hay resistencia y conflicto, dos mujeres no se juzgan mutuamente, no se embrutecen mutuamente, no buscan nada que ridiculizar. Se rinden al sentimentalismo, a la comprensión mutua, al romanticismo. Ese amor es la muerte, lo admito.

You . . . make me laugh talking about Casanova. You don't know yet what men are like, pardon.

Half of these rotund men in short Tyrolian pants, monstrously ugly but determined looking, are either Professors or Doctors.

There is a curious contradiction between those who complain that we have too many novels obsessed with the incapacity to achieve relationships and those who constantly upbraid the writers who deal exclusively with personal relationship. Men write about alienation and women about relationships. Feminine writing is often attacked as small, subjective, personal. The impotence to relate to another is the impotence to love others, and from this impotence to crime is a natural step.

It seemed to her that he was ready to live and die for emotional errors as women did, but that men he did not call them emotional errors; he called them history, philosophy, metaphysics....

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

only two men appeared not in costume: William Henry "Billy" Vanderbilt and his friend Ulysses S. Grant. They both wore white tie.

It's been six months, Nancy.' 'What's your hurry? It took me a year to get used to living with Carl. I mean, what do men do anyway? They work, eat, drink, and play games. Sex for them is in the sports and recreation category. You can't live with a man and not be lonely.' 'You think so?' 'Absolutely. Besides, once you have kids, it all changes anyway. Everything seems to make sense then.

Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.

And they have the gall to call it a law for public safety! We've got no cars, no gasoline, no guns, no men . . . It's clear they're determined to promote criminality. Enough. What can we do?" "If

I've read Hamlet, I know men suffer.

In the world men seem to exercise power, but all of that comes to nothing in the face of the lust provoked by a woman. Whatever he does to her, she is still more powerful than he is because he wants her, he needs her, he is being driven by a desire for her. In the sexual woman-superior model, power is articulated as being intrinsically female because power is redefined beyond reason, beyond coherence: as if power is in the corpse that draws the vultures.

Male dominance in society always means that out of public sight, in the private, ahistorical world of men with women, men are sexually dominating women.

The Right in the United States today is a social and political movement controlled almost totally by men but built largely on the fear and ignorance of women.

Will feminism be a political movement that confronts the power of men over women in order to dismantle that power; or will feminism be a lifestyle choice, a post-modernist fad, a cyclically noted fashion?

The questions now really are: why is pornography credible in our society? how can anyone believe it? And then: how subhuman would women have to be for the pornography to be true? To the men who use the pornography, how subhuman are women?