Quotes About Women

He'd come back from a night out drinking, and I'd ask him how the bar was, whatever bar, and he'd so often say: Totally inundated by Lost Causes, his code for women my age. At the time, a girl barely in her thirties, I'd smirked along with him as if that would never happen to me. Now I am his Lost Cause, and he's trapped with me, and maybe that's why he's so angry.

I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband.

The Day women were the definition of mob mentality. And here they were on a farm with plenty of pitchforks. She

To slur "feminism" into "humanism" is to usurp women's voices once again, to make the singular feminine into the so-called universal masculine.

Did I snore again last night?' -'You solidified your grasp on the all-time women's championship. You're ready to compete at the next level.

Men should think twice before making widowhood women's only path to power.

Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age.

At one point, Ferrell notes that Truman actually gave thought to the sufferings of women and children should we go nuclear in Korea. As for Truman's original decision to use two atomic bombs on Japan, most now agree that a single demonstration would have been quite enough to cause a Japanese surrender while making an attractive crater lake out of what had been Mount Fujiyama's peak.

Intimacy with one person could do this-empty the world of friendships, give a distaste for women's kisses and their bright chatter, make the ordinary world a little unreal and very uninteresting.

He can make a woman laugh. Look how Tooley is laughing now. His father was the same. It's the best way, Henry, to win a woman.

The old women gossiped as they always had done, squatting on the floor outside the urinoir, carrying Fate in the lines of their faces as others on the palm.

He travelled from one woman to another, Henry, all through his life. That comes to much the same thing. New landscapes, new customs. The accumulation of memories. A long life is not a question of years. A man without memories might reach the age of a hundred and feel that his life had been a very brief one.

You can have a hundred women and still be a virgin, Pyle. Most of your G.I.s who were hanged for rape in the war were virgins. We don't have so many in Europe. I'm glad. They do a lot of harm.

I hammered and forged myself upon the anvil of battle and conquest. All that I have achieved in the last two centuries will be given away to weak men and women who were not here to shed their blood with us in the dark places of the galaxy. Where is the justice in that? Lesser men will rule what I have conquered, but what will be my reward once the fighting is done?

Christians in Green Idaho, practically a nation unto itself within the United States, had declared the rights of women to be less than those of men. Women fought to have their legal powers and rights reduced, despite opposition from all other states.

Men fantasize about wanton women, but when they meet one, they're paralyzed by fear.

She's floating outside in the maternal holding pattern all women learn after they have children, one that serves them well after grandchildren come along.

Respect for women is essential," Jack tells him. "Women's rights and economic development within a country are highly correlated. Treating women properly is not just a moral position—which it is—or an American value—which it is. It's a strategic imperative, and you will always, always lead by example in this regard.

My relationship with my own father has put me into the category of women who acquiesce to win approval.

The war had funneled men and women into familiar channels. Anton's girls were performing their impressions of what girls were supposed to be like.

But I was loyal to the men, not the mafia; to the brothers, not the brotherhood. I worked for the mafia, but I didn't join it. I'm not a joiner. I never found a club or clan or idea that was more important to me than the men and women who believed in it. And

MEN WAGE WARS for profit and principle, but they fight them for land and women.

There were many, so many men and women, beginning with my own mother, whose courage and sacrifice inspired the memory of them.

Women, with no outlet for their special creativities, endured the long, quiet ruin of their talents. Others watched the slow waste of bright children who could've been more and done more in some other, busier place, but never would know more than the village, the fields, and the river.