Quotes About Women

Women are afraid of the intensity of feeling that may surface as their eyes are opened to the wider reality of a woman's life. A woman's intensity makes everyone uncomfortable, including herself. We were taught to be nice, not angry, even when our own lives and sanity are at stake.

Competition among women is woven into the fabric of a society that prefers men.

I ask Ama why. "Why," I say, "must women suffer so?" "This has always been our fate," she says. "Simply to endure," she says, "is to triumph.

Sooner or later you end up making deals with women. It's an injustice, really.

Men don't worry a lot – not nearly so much as the women. Real bad worriers women are, and wives are the worst of the lot. One of the things that put me off marrying was hearing the way they go on. If it isn't their husbands it's their children, and if it isn't their children it's their clothes, or their hens, or their cats, or their dogs, or what their neighbours think.

Like most men who are supremely unattractive to women, Cousin Elmore was somehow able to find invitation in every insult, a caress in every blow, come-hither in every go-yonder and a yes in every no.

Chàng trai ?y l?n lên gi?a ?ám ph? n?. T? ?ó hình thành thói c?m ghét ph? n? ti?m ?n và chi?u h??ng tình d?c không xác ??nh, gi?c m? ???c ngao du n?m châu b?n b?.

Codependent behaviors are often seen in women, who are socialized to take on the ultra-nurturer role, or dismiss their own needs in favor of serving the needs of others.

Too many of the men and women serving in Congress were political opportunists by habit, inclination, and experience. When a president was popular, they crowded in close, hoping to share in the limelight. But at the first sign of trouble or weakness they were only too eager to join the pack baying for his blood.

We arrive with our...'baggage' and for a while they're brilliant, they're 'Baggage Handlers.' We say, 'Where's your baggage?' They deny all knowledge of it...'They're in love'...they have none. Then...just as you're relaxing...a Great Big Juggernaut arrives...with their baggage. It Got Held Up. One of the greatest myths men have about women is that we overpack.

War makes monsters of men," I say, quoting Ben from that night in the weird place where New World buried its dead. "And women," Mistress Coyle says.

But the truth was, Librium and Valium were marketed using such a variety of gendered mid-century tropes—the neurotic singleton, the frazzled housewife, the joyless career woman, the menopausal shrew—that as the historian Andrea Tone noted in her book The Age of Anxiety, what Roche's tranquilizers really seemed to offer was a quick fix for the problem of "being female." Roche

When Arthur arrived, he was assigned to R Building, a special ward for "violent women.

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?

Las mujeres son como el fuego, como las llamas. Algunas son como velas, luminosas e inofensivas. Algunas son como chispas, o como brasas, o como las luciérnagas que perseguimos las noches de verano. Algunas son como hogueras, un derroche de luz y calor para una sola noche, y quieren que después las dejes en paz. Algunas son como el fuego de la chimenea: no muy espectaculares, pero por debajo tienen cálidas y rojas brasas que arden mucho tiempo.

There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and known the same women.

No es mas que una persecución, y creo que compadezco a las mujeres castas que huyen y se pierden el final de la carrera

Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música.

There was a pointed silence from Ambrose, so I lowered my shirt and turned to face Fela, ignoring him entirely. "My lady scriv," I said to her with a bow. A very slight bow, as my back wouldn't permit a deep one. "Would you be so good as to help me locate a book concerning women? I have been instructed by my betters to inform myself on this most subtle subject." Fela gave a faint smile and relaxed a bit.

Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música. Habrá

It's all a chase, and when the race is done, I think I pity women chaste who run.

La habría seguido y habría intentado resolverlo todo, pero ella ya estaba fuera, y faltaba menos de una hora para mi entrevista de admisiones. Además, si trataba de ayudar a todas las mujeres que Ambrose había traumatizado, no tendría tiempo para comer ni para dormir.

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched old sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with their hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colours stretched against the wind.