Quotes About Men

People just don't understand how many men it takes to build one good man. Next time you're in Manhattan and you see one of those mighty skyscrapers going up, pay attention to how many men are engaged in the enterprise. It takes just as many men to build a sturdy man, son, as it does to build a tower.

Men are obtuse. You have to beat them over the head with a frying pan to get them to notice things.

I don't understand why some guys get self-conscious when they buy condoms. I don't get embarrassed when I buy condoms. I get embarrassed when I throw them out after they expire.

The men drink a third beer, then a fourth, in preparation for the cold trip crosstown. "I wish I could meet a decent woman." Howard, who has learned the great secret, and who after beer, is generous: "Go to a library.

Self-reliant men, capable of extreme violence in defense of their lives, their families, and of freedom makes some people nervous.

With the men standing between five feet eight and five feet ten, they were inches taller than the average Spanish soldier—taller than Cushing.

Only two out of every ten men born in Russia in 1923 survived the Second World War.

Misogyny has rarely manifested itself in such a sinister form, representing as it does the complete inability of men to relate to adult women.

Friendship and sex were really all she wanted from men these days.

All life on Earth is subject to the rumbles and rockings of the parent stucture which has no control over the disastrous effects of its stresses and strains on whatever thrives on its surface. The ambitions and dreams of men are irrelevant to this planetary giant which pursues its own way in its own manner. Man is its child, tenant and still, to this date, its captive.

In the space of a few, bright years, something new stirred in this land; something unprecedented; something wonderful; and men, being men, perceived it with stunned awe and then, being men, destroyed it without thought, for being new and strange.

I wonder-?" whispered April Bell, her long eyes narrowed and dark. "I wonder what they really found?" "Whatever it is," breathed Barbee, "the find doesn't seem to have made them very happy. A fundamentalist might think they had stumbled into hell." "No," the girl said, "men aren't that much afraid of hell.

I've probably understood men too well. I realise they are predatory by nature, and I have a certain acceptance of the male animal.

Many girls enjoyed kissing men they didn't love. It was supposed to be normal.

She had seen expert methods of flirtation and temptation, not to mention last-minute flip of denial. What men liked to call a tease. What they loved to call a tease. They stomped and growled about it, but they always hung around for more.

Men are so isolated, prisoners of their own wretched selves, that they can be unbelievably sociable.

Everybody knew that men have no morals, that they do not know how to behave, that they do not know how to treat other people. It was why men like laws so much; it was why they had to invent such things-they need a guide. When they are not sure what to do, they consult this guide. If the guide gives them advice they don't like, they change the guide.

Of course his life could be found in the pages of a book; I had just begun to notice that the lives of men always are.

Whoever controls the volume of money in our country is absolute master of all industry and commerce...when you realize that the entire system is very easily controlled, one way or another, by a few powerful men at the top, you will not have to be told how periods of inflation and depression originate.

He sought, and found, a very large readership among the educated men and women of his day, in Britain, and in Europe more widely. What he wanted from his readers, but did not always get, was a willingness to join him in a certain kind of discursive space, in a kind of conversation

I also remember being struck by de Sade's will, in which he asked that his ashes be scattered to the four corners of the earth in the hope that humankind would forget both his writings and his name. I'd like to be able to make that demand; commemorative ceremonies are not only false but dangerous, as are all statues of famous men. Long live forgetfulness, I've always said—the only dignity I see is in oblivion.

No conozco a los hombres. Años llevo De buscarles y huirles sin remedio. ¿No les comprendo? ¿O acaso les comprendo Demasiado? Del poema 'A un poeta futuro' del libro Como quien espera el alba

Her hostile behavior had been deliberate. Men make themselves forget women who are unimpressed by them; Konstantin had taught her that. And no one at Fort Bragg remembers Sylvie Dazat.

From children to men we cage ourselves in patterns to avoid facing new problems and possible failure; after a while men become bored because there are no new problems. Such is life under the fear of failure.