Quotes About Men

It's called male bonding. You'll never get it. I believe women are as capable as men, deserve equal pay—and that one day, should be sooner than later, in my opinion, the right woman can and should be leader of the free world. But you can't understand the male bonding rituals any more than men can understand why the vast majority of women are obsessed with shoes and other footwear.

Women should all move to Amazonia, or at least vacation there four times a year. - Amazonia? - It's the girl world in my head, where I go when I'm annoyed with Carter, or just men in general. There are five shoe stores per capita, nothing has any calories, and all the books and movies end happy ever after. - I like Amazonia. When do we leave?

How the hell do I know what pisses a woman off?...Nobody knows because it can be any damn thing. It's an unsolved mystery. And the next day, that any damn thing is fine, and it's some other damn thing. No man knows.

Some women, he thought, had the power to turn a man in the opposite direction from what he wanted. It seemed his fate to run up against them. And, damn it, to care.

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.

There would be no children in the world if men had to bring them into it.

Oh, what marvelous egomaniacs you men are!

Do you ever wonder at the arrogance of men who think they alone exist in the Universe?

There are always monsters," the old man replied. "Just as there are always men who will join them, and men who will fight them.

Power and privilege will always be attacked by smaller men who claim they have a cause. But the cause is always avarice. Whatever lofty excuse men use for war or revolution, it's always because they want the power another holds.

You're a warrior. A warrior isn't a killer because a warrior, a true one, has honor. The men who'll come aren't warriors." "No

She'd made a policy not to analyze men she dated. Too often you learned more than you wanted to know.

God, I love men. She got up from the desk, walked to him, cupped his face in her hands and gave him a smacking kiss on the mouth. You're just so cute. One hard tug on her hand had her tumbling into his lap. An instant later her quick laugh was cut off, and her heart pounding. He hadn't kissed her this way before, with impatience and heat and hunger all mixed together in a near brutal assault. He hadn't kissed her as if he couldn't get enough. Would never get en

Men come and go, enjoying them is fine, But loving them is suicide.

A bit of sniffles and men are more work than a brood of babies.

Men don't make grand gestures unless they're reminded to, in trouble, guilty, or smitten.

Men." Morena cupped her chin in her hand. "So often a pain in the arse. Too often so bloody sure they know the best of things, so we have to take the time and trouble to show them they don't.

Além disso, sei tomar conta de mim. - Porque será que as mulheres dizem sempre isso depois de se meterem numa grande alhada? - Porque os homens vêm sempre atrás delas a tornar as coisas piores.

But first of all he is a woodsman, and you aren't a woodsman unless you have such a feeling for topography that you can look at the earth and see what it would look like without any woods or covering on it. It's something like the gift all men wish for when they or young-- or old-- of being able to look through a woman's clothes and see her body, possibly even a little of her character.

It is possible the world is divided into three genders - there are men, there are women and then there are women who choose to have nothing to do with children. How about men without children, he answered quickly, aren't they also different from fathers? She shook her head firmly, daring him to contradict her: no, all men are the same.

I believe that time is like a train, with men hanging out in front of the engine and off the back of the caboose; the man in front is laying down new tracks the moment before the train touches them and the man in the caboose is tearing up the rails the moment they are passed. There is no linear continuation: The past disappears, the future is unimagined, and the present is ephemeral. It cannot be traversed.

Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here.

And maybe men say they're glad not to give birth, all the pain and blood, but really that's just so much sour grapes. For sure, men can't do anything near as incredible. Upper body strength, abstract thought, phalluses—any advantages men appear to have are pretty token. You can't even hammer a nail with a phallus.

Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. They fight without shirts or shoes. The fights go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of fight club.