Quotes About Men

The only really happy folk are married women and single men.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

Only one man in a thousand is a leader of men, the other 999 follow women.

Most women have all other women as adversaries; most men have all other men as their allies.

I like men who have a future and women who have a past.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

A woman can defend her virtue from men much more easily than she can protect her reputation from women.

Some men just don't understand that a woman's heart is like a deep ocean of secrets.

All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men

There's no guarantee of disaster-free in any world religion, but love, faith and knowledge give men hope and willpower.

Meanwhile, I watch and work up my rage at men, who can be villainous to all, but virtuous to some. Watching them be kind to children should make me think of them as better men, but it make them worse, for no other wicked is more wicked than choosing with who you dole out kindness.

A lot of women but they are all moving. It takes me a while to see that they are all getting something to give to the men, food, a stool, water, matches for their weed, more food, juice from big Igloos. Livication and liberation my ass, if I wanted to live in a Victorian novel I at least want men who know how to get a decent haircut.

They never grow less stupid, men who believe in belief.

He was the only one doing the eating, so she must have been doing the watching. Women loved to watch men eat, he thought. It was the last blast of primal energy that the hunter-gatherer had left to show.

Note savages, eh? They live in mountain caves and dress like wild men. They walk about in woolen petticoats, which they are not in the least modest about casting aside when they need their sword arms free. Dash me, can you even begin to imagine the sight of a horde of naked, hairy-legged creatures charging at you across a battlefield like bloody fiends out of hell—screaming and flailing those great bloody swords and axes of theirs like scythes? Not savages?

Obviously no one has ever cautioned you against pricking the vanity of proud men or wild animals; neither is completely predictable." "And which of those categories do you fit into?" "I'll leave the choice solely to your discretion," he mused and bowed solicitously.

This kind of thing is why chivalry's dead." "Chivalry was a bunch of rules to justify men in chainmail burning villages down. I can live without that.

One of the Albons thought he should deliver his message in person, Sir, but some of the men pointed out that he was mistaken." "Did they throw him down the stairs?" "A little, yes.

Operation Midnight Climax, in which drug-addicted prostitutes were hired to pick up men from local bars and bring them back to a CIA-financed bordello.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that ... Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these man and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams."

And how shall we be able to tell whether he is a true zaddik?" The Baal Shem replied. "Ask him to advise you what to do to keep unholy thoughts from disturbing you in your prayers and studies. If he gives you advice, then you will know that he belongs to those who are of no account. For this is the service of men in the world to the very hour of their death; to struggle time after time with the extraneous, and time after time to uplift and fit it into the nature of the Divine Name.

There is an ancient belief that the gods love the obscure and hate the obvious. Without benefit of divinity, modern men of similar persuasion draft provisions of the Internal Revenue Code. Section 341 is their triumph.

There is only one reason why men become addicted to drugs, they are weak men. Only strong men are cured, and they cure themselves.

Whenever I visit the United States, for example, one of the first things I notice is that no one ever touches one another, especially the men. In America, touch is perceived as sexual. At the same time, American culture overemphasizes sports, especially football, which is one of the few places where men are given permission to touch, slap, wrestle, tackle and hug one another.