Best 1084 quotes in «woman quotes» category

But Ludmilla is always at least one step ahead of you. “I like to know that book exists that I will still be able to read…” she says, sure that existent objects, concrete albeit unknown, must correspond to the strength of her desire. How can you keep up with her, this woman who is always reading another book besides the one before her eyes, a book that does not yet exist, but which, since she wants it, cannot fail to exist?

But seriously – how is this a good example of womanhood? How is this something we should be propping up and praising? Think about the women in your life – your mom, your aunts, your grandmothers, your sisters, your daughters, your nieces, your friends. Would you like ANY of them reduced to one small part of their anatomy? Would you tell them to their faces that they are nothing more than a walking life support system for their vaginas? ‘Cause that’s the message that feminism is sending to women the world over.I thought feminists cared more about a woman’s mind and heart, and less about her body parts....Ladies, we are so much more than our body parts. Don’t take Hollywood airheads like Cate Blanchett as your life example.

But perhaps she has given me the strength and the madness to write about the things that I once desired so long to put against the world.

But somehow, I feel sure that if I lived in the country for six months, I should become so unsophisticated that no one would take the slightest notice of me.

But she remembered this as a joke, fondly. Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies. No, said Nanny, an echo in Melena's mind (and editorializing as usual): No, no, you pretty little pampered hussy. We don't go on having babies, that's quite apparent. We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it we're slow learners, we women-we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production. But men don't dry up, Melena objected; they can father to the death. Ah, we're slow learners, Nanny countered. But they can't learn at all.

But that’s the paradox of expectations; they are infamous for generally never being fulfilled

But what if, either by choice or by reluctant necessity, you end up not participating in this comforting cycle of family and continuity? What if you step out? Where do you sit at the reunion? How do you mark time's passage without the fear that you've just frittered away your time on earth without being relevant? You'll need to find another purpose, another measure by which to judge whether or not you have been a successful human being. I love children, but what if I don't have any? What kind of person does that make me? Virginia Woolf wrote, "Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword." On one side of that sword, she said, there lies convention and tradition and order, where "all is correct." But on the other side of that sword, if you're crazy enough to cross it and choose a life that does not follow convention, "all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course." Her argument was that the crossing of the shadow of that sword may bring a far more interesting existence to a woman, but you can bet it will also be more perilous.

But whenever tragedy strikes, one is left either to die or with a plethora of ifs and buts to ponder over.

But what if the devil is just a woman who was banished to hell to stoke the flames as punishment for standing up to him?

By drinking, a boy acts like a man. After drinking, many a man acts like a boy.

By morning, Adelaide was beginning to understand why she'd never completely understood how God worked. Given that He had made the bewildering, maddening, incomprehensible species that was man from His own image, it stood to reason that the Creator would be a complicated mass of logic never meant to be understood by the female mind. That, or the fall of man in the Garden of Eden had taken them even further off the path than she'd ever realized

Call it arrogance or male chauvinism, the male ego just doesn’t allow a woman to participate in key issues in family. Men seldom realize that it’s the housewife who has the most difficult job in the world: waking up early, preparing breakfast, getting the children ready for school, preparing lunch, cleaning up the mess at home and so much more. Even before they can some rest, the doorbell would ring and the children are back from school. Then, the routine again, and by the end of the day, they were tired. Women in the family are the last to sleep and the first to wake up. Sometimes, even during a crisis in the family or when there is a dispute, it’s the lady of the house that stands rock solid to calm things down and face challenges head on.

Carrying confidence isn't being the person everyone likes, it's being yourself, regardless of who likes you.

Caught in duality poetry poverty spinning poles and laughing native folks who only wish to see me grow cold in their sublime storylines like the last of us were in the trenches making sense of where this all goes, somewhere far only the free will ever see maybe. I can't focus on your sunken sea eyes anymore than I belong to the same Cali streets in which I reach forward only to be met in the show, not of myself like I've always known. Facing the smoke and mirrors at once on point and out numbered.

Change the subject, actually give me a cigarette and then change the subject

Chase your dreams just like the sperm chases a woman's egg!

Cheap is the love that has a price.

Children move stones with their feet. Men move rocks with their hands. Women move mountains with their hearts.

Cigarette kisses the flame. But the mouth kisses the woman. (Cigarette embrasse la flamme. - Mais la bouche embrasse la femme.)

Confidence don't mean jack shit in the real world, sis," she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday afternoon I was involuntarily exposed to the punch line of an old wise tale that goes something like: "There's beauty that can be found in everything." But why can't the insensitive cunt who said that ever find the courage to look in the mirror? Because poopycock, one might say.

Communication by touch is not for every old dutch.

Convivamos con nuestros ovarios. Hagamos de cuenta que son dos cerebros más.

Curves and fat and rolls are a colossal ‘fuck you’ to the patriarchy – our accidental rebellion.

Cyber bullying occurs online daily. Most don't consider their actions or words to be bullying. Here's a few clues that you're a cyber bully. (1) You post information about someone in order to ruin their character. (2) You post threats to someone. (3) You tag someone in vulgar degrading posts. (4) You post any information intended to harm or shame another individual seeking to gain attention. Then, you are a cyber bully and need to get some help.

Cuida tu cara. Retenla todo lo que puedas. Igual se irá de tu lado, pero al menos le habrás sacado provecho.

Dacă aş fi ştiut că moare dacă nu sunt sau nu devin iubita lui m-aş fi prăbuşit de uimire şi în faţa unei forţe atât de puternice aş fi fost o nebună de nu l-aş fi înţeles sau de n-aş fi încercat să-l iubesc, eu fiind suprema şi singura fiinţă pentru el în lume - dar aşa când ştiam că din cinci în cinci minute mă schimbă cu alta, din joacă sau încercând să nu fie totul joacă, mă simţeam umilită: adică eu puteam fi schimbată cu oricine, eu nu eram o fiinţă unică şi dumnezeiască pe pământ, eram oricine, ca o cârpă, ca o gheată, ca o mie de cârpe, ca un milion de ghete, fără importanţă, bună de pipăit pe şolduri - groaznic ce sentiment!

Dear my brothers there is no more room for wanting to be a thug, BUT there is PLENTY of room for being a father, lawyer, doctor and a teacher. Please take this in consideration!

Dear Muse, I was just now standing in the balcony and watching the rain drops fall from the sky and suddenly I felt this beautiful feeling. The magical feeling that you are in my life. You came into my life and you have made my life truly special. How many people can say that they receive unconditional love from a beautiful and inspiring girl? A girl who writes amazingly well. A girl who who is achingly pretty and totally kind. When you are near her, she touches the innermost corners of your heart. Before she arrives she brings with her the fragrance of a million jasmines. A girl who is the tenderness of the rose petals. A girl who is the magic of a full moon night! Yours sincerely,

Dear Woman, You are a beautiful flower of earth, allow the rain to feed you the same strength as the sun. Don't stop growing through the storms, they are sent to test how solid your soil is not too destroy your roots.

Did I ever tell you about Asin? She is the wild woman of the woods. It's an old story of the People. My mom used to tell me about Asin. Asin couldn't bear being married or having children or having friends. She always wanted to run wild. She ran wild through the woods. If you saw her running you had to run to water as fast as you could and drink or her restlessness would come into you like a thirst that could never be quenched. She was happy and unhappy. She had wild long hair and she was very tall and she ran like the wind. When you saw dunegrass rippling in a line she was running through it. When the wind changed direction suddenly that was Asin. She was never satisfied or content and so she ran and ran and ran. She would grab men who were fishing alone and make love to them and then throw them down on the ground and run away weeping. She would grab children who wandered too far alone in the woods but she would return them to the same spot after three days and run away again. She would listen to women talking by the fire or working in the village or gathering berries but if they invited her to join them she ran away. You could hear her crying sometimes when the sun went down. She wanted something but she never knew what it was so she had nothing. She was as free as anyone ever could be and she was trapped. When I was young I wanted to be Asin. Many times I wanted to be Asin. So do you, Nora. I know. It's okay. It's alright. My sweet love. Poor Asin. Sometimes I think to be Asin would be the saddest thing in the world. Poor thing.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend until love introduces her to her soulmate.

Diogenes was a cynic at his best. He was in search of an honest man but not an hones woman.

De atunci femeia-ascunde sub pleoape-o taina si-si misca geana parc-ar zice ca ea stie ceva, ce noi nu stim, ce nimenea nu stie , nici Dumnezeu chiar.

Don't mock someone's business just because yours have higher profits. The battle is against poverty not against each other

Don't be carried away by beauty, for the faeces also stays in the rectum of ravishing faces, and their private life is not beautiful as their public life...fear beauty!

Do not allow anybody to put you down or write you off because you are a woman; you are completely human and have everything it takes to be a nation builder

Don’t allow anyone to shame you with your life story. Walk in your truth knowing that you are the better because of it. It is because of all the things you've been through that you are able to be who you are today.

Don't be so impatient in finding love; take your time & allow the Lord to write that special love story for you. Otherwise you'll be busy reading the back of the book.

Don’t marry the most beautiful woman in the world; marry the woman with the most beautiful deeds.

Don’t resent a woman for who she is not; love her for who she is.

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.

Dr. Morris soon recognized that the difference between successful and unsuccessful marriages can often be traced to how well couples are able to "bond" during the courtship period. By bonding he referred to the process by which a man and woman become cemented together emotionally. It describes the chemistry that permits two previous strangers to become intensely valuable to one another. It helps them weather the storms of life and remain committed in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, forsaking all others until they are parted in death. It is a phenomenal experience that almost defies description.

Dry your tears, woman, the boy will be found. Nobody can do him anything…” Gradually, the tears began to dry from Etusi’s eyes, thanks to Okokpujie’s words, a mighty force that swung the entire village to action. Pg.38

El día en que a la mujer le sea posible amar con su fuerza, no con su debilidad, no para huirse, sino para hallarse, no para destituirse, sino para afirmarse, entonces el amor será para ella, como para el hombre, fuente de vida y no de mortal peligro. Mientras tanto, resume en su figura más patética la maldición que pesa sobre la mujer encerrada en el universo femenino, la mujer mutilada, incapaz de bastarse a sí misma. Las innumerables mártires del amor son un testimonio contra la injusticia de un destino que les propone como última salvación un estéril infierno

Elegance and smartness is the sexiest thing woman can have, not just the flesh

Each Goddess story tells a very real lesson: that women are magic. That women have the power to remove the illusion that we are all separate from each other.

E anche se aveva problemi di lavoro e una storia infelice con una donna dalla lingua lunga, almeno aveva imparato a ridere meglio di chiunque altro al mondo.

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.