Best 9253 quotes in «girl quotes» category

Take one Naive Girl. Bring to room temperature in the Big City. Add three cups Academia. If in one cup Encouragement. Fold in two drop Love. Sprinkle with one teaspoon Adoration. Mix thoroughly. Spoon carefully into greased Pan of Matrimony. Bake in Desert Heat for 25. Test doneness with Careless Toothpick. Let cool on Wire Rack of Inertia. Serve with generous dollops of Benign Neglect.

Tears don’t make you a girl, but they sure make you human.

Tears are the biggest weapon used by every girl against the boys with a success rate of hundred percent.

That girl was trouble. And she was. I know she was. I know that better than anyone.

That girl! She was like a touch of destiny

That's No Ordinary Girl

That girl never did have the decency to be wrong an appropriate amount of the time.

Tell me again about the girl whose hands have no color. Whose hands are completely white. This time make them damned, or untouched, or have her open a red umbrella or point at some maple leaves and damned near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes, I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know how much I like you. It shakes me through, damn through. It shakes me. When she carries a peacock feather. When she touches her neck or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad. You have hands. You are a person with hands to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous things. Tell me what you will hold today. I know there is room for everything. There is no need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go.

That's the thing about hands, I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to feel I'm holding onto someone I love.

That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.

The act of respecting a girl is more beautiful than saying her beautiful. -Santosh Pyasa

That’s what so many people get wrong about fashion now. It shouldn’t be about the trends or the size zeros or who’s using fur and who isn’t; it should be about love.

The best insurance that a girl can be given is a proper education and a steady career. That way she can assure a bright future for her family herself, instead of depending on her future groom to give her a comfortable life.

That was how I met her, in a bar in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, she was drinking and watching, and that was why I liked her, I thought she would be fun to have fun with.

The chandelier was wearing on its rubber support and the crack at the side of the ceiling hold was getting bigger. “One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.

The earth had two children A son named Adam and a daughter

The easiest way to be the prettiest girl at a party is to rig the guest list.

The female brain itself is a highly intuitive emotion-processing machine, which when put to practice in the progress of the society, would do much more than any man can with all his analytical perspectives.

The girl fears for her shame and values, that girl is the symbol of an innocence and cuteness… because ultimately she decorates her feminism…

The front desk man is a spy for a famous French chef, hoping to stealing the pastry recipes of the shop down the street. And the lovely shop girl who just delivered a box of-- what is most certainly-- pastries is his secret accomplice. The note she passed him while blushing has a recipe for the perfect croissant.

The Girl was gone, buried in the past. She never wanted to hear that name again. She was a woman for better for worse. Whatever the future might bring she could face it as a woman, Ned Ridley's woman.

The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.

The man is angry, the man Is destructive, the man wants more. The woman is more, the woman is all.

The most beautiful is to see the joy in your eyes.

THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNER The man in the corner Is dying with words He's crying to be heard His days are marked And his only ears are birds He knows the secret to peace And his experience bleeds and hurts Somebody stop and listen Before he departs the earth! Somebody write his thoughts Before he hits the turf! His eyes are closing their shutters And he just dropped his Beads and stick. His breath is leaving us. Please! Somebody hear him out quick! A little girl rushes to him and Picks up his cane of wood. The old man then turns to her And faintly whispers, "The key to peace is To always stay fair And be good.

The pimple on my face makes me feel more confident than the praises you give me.

The good ones put your character to the flame and burn away all the rest of the shit until you come out a better you.

The problem with magic was that it made her feel very alone.

There are easier ways of making sense, the connoisseurship of gesture, for example. You hold a girl's face in your hands like a vase. You lift a gun from the glove compartment and toss it out the window into the desert heat.

There are many fish in the sea, but never let a good one swim away.

The dark side of the butterflies: Another secret of the shadows The heart of the universe It's a summer afternoon. Summer's afternoon! Summer's afternoon! Summer's afternoon! you can feel the dark side of the butterflies? You can feel my most beautiful face? Summer's afternoon! Summer's afternoon! Summer's afternoon!

The primary feature of women is not a 'beauty', it's a 'mystery'.

THE PROPER SPACE FOR LIONESS (THE GIRL) IS IN A JUNGLE(WHOLLY WORLD), NOT IN A CAGE(HOUSE).

There is a young abused girl whose recovery is dependent on your willingness to honour your calling as a pastor, social worker, psychologist, etc.

There is so much woman in many a girl and too much boy in many a man.

The representation of women in the society, especially through mass media has been the most delusional act ever done on the grounds of human existence.

There’s only the one, see. When you fall in love with a girl, she’s the bloody White Album. That is what you whisper to yourself, when you don’t understand her at all. You just keep telling yourself, she’s the bloody Beatles White Album and there’s only one of her.

There's the thing with girls, isn't it?', he'd said. 'Whenever they stand on the edge of something, you can't help it, you can't. You think, push. That's all it would take. Just one little push.

There was always an edge of performance with [girl], but when I think of her, when I think of the real her, I think of that night. Her hair up, that jacket, that skirt, that conflict. I felt the second drink working on me. Putting the beat back into the music, the shine back on every surface. I didn’t know what she was thinking. I didn’t know what she was trying to say. I never really got to know her.

There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird, When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone." - Sentry

There's a girl calm people don't know about. It's a girl teen standstill. A motionless peace. It doesn't come from anywhere but inside us, and it only lasts for a few years. It's born from being a not woman yet. It's free flowing and invisible. It's the eye of the violent storm you call my teenage daughter. In this place we are undisturbed by all the moronic things you think about us. Our voices like rain falling. We are serene. Smooth. With more perfect hair and skin than you will ever again know. Daughters of Eve.

The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.

The way destiny forgot To etch home on her palms, The broken compass Also forgot to point towards north.

There is strong. There is Army Strong. And then there is Army Wife Strong.

The sad fact is, there are 7.220.400.641 people on the planet, but right now I haven't got a single one to talk to.

The sad girl knew that clouds are only temporary and the sun is forever.

These are the hands of Rachel Joy Scott and one day, will touch millions of people's hearts.

The shadow raised its arm high in the air and I knew - I knew before I heard my name - that he'd found me again, keeper of the promise he couldn't make, the one I had marked with my blood and who had marked me with his tears, a Silencer all right, my silencer, stumbling toward me in the impossibly pure light of a late winter's sunrise promising spring.

The world doesn't need a good woman who is meekly obedient to the uncivilized social norms that advocate female inferiority. The world needs those bad women who can think for themselves, to break the primeval norms of the society that consistently drag the human civilization back to the stone-age.

They say that life is just a blank chain, and precious moments are the beads we hang off it to make it beautiful.