Women Quotes - Page 69

Listen carefully, because I don't repeat myself - and if I do, I get testy.

The great mass of women throughout history have been confined to the cultural level of animal life in providing the male with sexual outlet and exercising the animal functions of reproduction and care of the young.

Never use the word “cheap”. Today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes (the rich buy them too). There is good clothing design on every level today. You can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and jeans — it’s up to you.

Show me a frigid woman and, nine times out of ten, I'll show you a little man.

It is one of Miss Manners's great discoveries that one needn't contradict others in order to set them straight.

There is nothing touches our imagination so much as a beautiful woman in a plain dress.

Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.

Women are of two sorts. Some of them are wiser, better learned, discreeter, and more constant than a number of men. But another and a worse sort of them...are fond, foolish, wanton, flibbergibs, tatlers, triflers, wavering, witless, without council, feeble, careless, rash, proud, dainty, nice, talebearers, eavesdroppers, rumor-raisers, evil-tongued, worse-minded, and in every way doltified with the dregs of the Devil's dunghill.

O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret.

Seeing what is wrong and how it could be made right propels us into action, but in that action we often leave other people behind and don't give ourselves enough time to be present, or to stop and reflect. Leaders have to get comfortable with pausing in that uncomfortable gap.

Like a stone thrown into a pond, a good deed can create ripples that extend far beyond the initial splash.

A blue-stocking is the scourge of her husband, children, friends, servants, and every one. [Fr., Une femme bel-esprit est le fleau de son mari, de ses enfants, de ses amis, de ses valets, et tout le monde.]

Man is the only animal that learns by being hypocritical. He pretends to be polite and then, eventually, he becomes polite.

An inconstant woman is one who is no longer in love; a false woman is one who is already in love with another person; a fickle woman is she who neither knows whom she loves nor whether she loves or not; and the indifferent woman, one who does not love at all.

Women become attached to men by the intimacies they grant them; men are cured of their love by the same intimacies.

The man, or the boy, in his development is psychologically deterred from incorporating serving characteristics by an easily observable fact: there are already people around who are clearly meant to serve and they are girls and women. To perform the activities these people are doing is to risk being, and being thought of, and thinking of oneself, as a woman. This has been made a terrifying prospect and has been made to constitute a major threat to masculine identity.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels.

Modern women are just bombarded. There's nothing but media telling us we're all supposed to be great cooks, have great style, be great in bed, be the best mothers, speak seven languages, and be able to understand derivatives. And we don't really have women we're modeling after, so we're all looking for how to do this.

A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.

When women take off their corsets and heighten their skirts it always means high inflation and low morals.

Sex is a bad thing because it rumples the clothes.

Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.