Quotes About Women

In the summer of 1705, an unusually extravagant rumor horrified the citizenry. The Tsar, it was said, had forbidden Russian men to marry for seven years so that Russian women might be married to foreigners being imported by the shipload. To preserve their young women, Astrachaners arranged a mass marriage before the foreigners could arrive, and on a single day, July 30, 1705, a hundred women were married.

There was no law that explicitly banned women from driving in Saudi Arabia. There is none today—the Kingdom's notorious female driving ban is a matter of social convention, fortified by some ferocious religious pressures. So some Saudi women started looking thoughtfully at their Kuwaiti sisters.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

Elsie, who had a lot of energy and no shame...she seduced me. It was not a success, from Elsie's point of view, because the orgasm for women was just coming into general popularity then, and she didn't have one.

Men have this climacteric, you know, like women. Doctors deny it, but I have met some very menopausal persons in their profession.

Dependen?a de munc? este una din modalit??ile folosite adeseori de b?rba?ii din familiile cu disfuc?ionalit??i pentru a se evita pe sine, dup? cum a iubi prea mult este unul din primele mijloace de evitare folosite de femeile din acest tip de familii.

Four generations of women--I'm a woman, Mary said to herself--heading off on a journey in a car. One of the dead, one of them dying, one of the driving, one of them just staring out.

Her granny was asleep and Mary knew it was special, this trip. It was something that hadn't been planned. It was actually impossible. Four generations of women--I'm a woman, Mary said to herself--heading off on a journey in a car. One of them dead, one of them dying, one of them driving, one of them just starting out.

Women were especially drawn to Christianity because it offered them a life that was so greatly superior to the life they otherwise would have led.

Kant enjoyed the company of women (provided that they did not pretend to understand the Critique of Pure Reason) and

Kant enjoyed the company of women (provided that they did not pretend to understand the Critique of Pure Reason)

He gravitated toward women who were free and independent, sassy and high-spirited.

The misfortune of those women was my good luck, their misery my escape.

The incredible women around the world who do stand up for justice can in fact transform the planet.

Mon père ne m'a pas appris la langue des femmes de son peuple.

because we can handle this stuff better than men, can't we?

I've seen Soviet tank drivers. Dad showed me pictures. Two hundred pounds, big mustaches, smoking pipes, tattoos, and that was just the women.

I had to wonder, though, if there's something about a murderer, particularly a confident one, that gives him a certain charisma or charm that I, in particular, am susceptible to. I mean, there's a reason more women are attracted to Dracula than repelled by him. I made a resolution to myself. From now on, I'd assume that every man I was attracted to was a murderer until proven otherwise. Perhaps it wasn't the most promising strategy for starting a relationship, but I might live longer.

If Strength comes through Suffering, why then I should be the strongest of all women, yet I am the weakest. God help me. Help me.

Workers – men and women – of all countries, place yourselves under the banner of the Fourth International. It is the banner of your approaching victory!

The proposition that the alphabet has hindered women's aspirations and accomplishments seems, at first glance, to be antithetical to historical facts.

Now I think people today should envy any of us who lived through the early seventies. It was such a time of hope and possibility, and ferment, and progress, and change, and media attention, and brilliant activist women everywhere you turned.

Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare in awe at her, the goddess. I don't know yet what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I'm beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in caves. Why our parents and suitors want us to behave properly and predictably. It's not that they want to protect us; it's that they fear us.

Women who have power are always feared.