Quotes About Men

In history the name of God is the terrible club with which all divinely inspired men, the great "virtuous geniuses," have beaten down the liberty, dignity, reason, and prosperity of man.

I watch the men in the hospital, in the streets--some of these men are pretty awful people, they really are slimy sewer scum, do anything to pay down on the car, to meet the damn car payments--they don't care about women, or men, or nobody. It just seems so hopeless.

It is absurd to ascribe corrupt motives to large bodies of men, merely because the economic theories they adopt are in accordance with their own interests.

It must, I think, be admitted that most men approach the difficulties of a scientific exposition far more hopefully than the difficulties of a metaphysical argument. They will take more trouble because they expect more result.

Nothing about sex ever shocks women. At least, men's kind of sex.

I don't say they love, my dear, but they are forced to lodge somewhere, like other men, and when they haven't a home of their own they lodge with their mistresses; which may seem to you rather loose, but it is far more agreeable than lodging in a prison.

Men may weary by their constancy, but women never.

Men are like that, they can resist sound argument, yet yield to a glance.

My father warned me about men and booze, but he never mentioned a word about women and cocaine.

None of them was even your type." "How do you know my type?" "Were they?" Eve asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. She hooked a thumb in Cree's direction. "Is he?" "My type?" Kate shook her head. "Yes." No. Wasn't that the point? The men she dated were like...like seat-fillers at awards ceremonies. One person vacates and another takes his place. Simple as that.

Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.

Among men, sex sometimes results in intimacy; among women, intimacy sometimes results in sex.

Violence is already active here; it is built into the very structure od the existing society. If we seek a world in which men do the least possible violence to each other (which is to state just the negative of it), then we are committed not simply to try to avoid violence ourselves, but to try to destroy patterns of violence which already exist.

I think the reason that men are so very violent is that they know, deep in themselves, that they're acting out a lie, and so they're furious at being caught up in the lie. But they don't know how to break it…. They're in a rage because they are acting out a lie—which means that in some deep part of themselves they want to be delivered from it, are homesick for the truth.

Let it be the one business of my life to glorify Thee by every word of my tongue, by every work of my hand, by professing Thy truth, and by engaging all men, so far as in me lies, to glorify and love Thee.

Does the father figure in your cat's life ever clean the litter box? My husband claims that men lack the scooping gene.

Oh, yes, men are very simple and obvious in some ways, you know. They generally react in the way one would expect and it is often rather a cowardly way.

Mr Boultbee seems to have done us a good turn," said Nicholas. "I gather his sermons were not much liked." No; we got very tired of Africa and I didn't feel that what he told us rang quite true. He said that one African chief had had a thousand wives. I found that a little difficult to believe." Well, we know what men are," said Jane casually, surprised that Miss Dogget, with her insistence on men only wanting one thing, should have found this difficult to believe.

But of course, she remembered, that was why women were so wonderful; it was their love and imagination that transformed these unremarkable beings. For most men, when one came to think of it, were undistinguished to look at, if not positively ugly. Fabian was an exception, and perhaps love affairs with handsome men tended to be less stable because so much less sympathy and imagination were needed on the woman's part?

But men ought to be able to manage their own affairs," I said. "After all most of them don't seem to mind speaking frankly and making people unhappy.

Men took themselves so seriously and seemed to insist on arguing even the most trivial points.

I always feel that one ought to give men the opportunity for self-sacrifice; their natures are so much less noble than ours.

It's not being a woman I mind so much," she said slowly. "'Tis the way men seem to always order my life." She leaned earnestly toward him. "Your hand, Papa, has wielded a sword and cradled a child and held power over hundreds of men." She held up her own hand. "This one has far fewer adventures before it.

Women," she said, "need to tell stories about what happens to them. That's how we get it to make sense." "Interesting. What do men do?" "Have heart attacks, and sex with strange women.