After an acquaintance of ten minutes many women will exchange confidences that a man would not reveal to a lifelong friend
Black women don't have the same body image problems as white women. They are proud of their bodies.
Men's need to dominate women may be based in their own sense of marginality or emptiness; we do not know its root, and men are making no effort to discover it
Women react differently: a French woman who sees herself betrayed by her husband will kill his mistress; an Italian will kill her husband; a Spaniard will kill both; and a German will kill herself.
For women who turn to welfare, Big Brother becomes Husband.
Fill every glass, for wine inspires us,And fires us With courage, love and joy. Women and wine should life employ. Is there ought to else on earth desirous?
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Every European visitor to the United States is struck by the comparative rarity of what he would call a face, by the frequency of men and women who look like elderly babies. If he stays in the States for any length of time, he will learn that this cannot be put down to a lack of sensibility -- the American feels the joys and sufferings of human life as keenly as anybody else. The only plausible explanation I can find lies in his different attitude to the past. To have a face, in the European sense of the word, it would seem that one must not only enjoy and suffer but also desire to preserve the memory of even the most humiliating and unpleasant experiences of the past.
Women of the world crave excitement.
Fatigue makes women talk more and men less.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem.
Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
The word "Witch" carries so many negative connotations that many people wonder why we use the word at all. Yet to reclaim the word "Witch" is to reclaim our right, as women, to be powerful; as men, to know the feminine within as divine.
England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.
For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.
Men are sad because they have to die so soon, women are sad because they were born so long ago.
There are few good women who do not tire of their role.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.
It has been very erotic and provocative for people to wonder about my feelings for women.
God knows it did not cross our minds to attack the towers but after the situation became unbearable and we witnessed the injustice and tyranny of the American-Israeli alliance against our people in Palestine and Lebanon, I thought about it. And the events that affected me directly were that of 1982 and the events that followed -- when America allowed the Israelis to invade Lebanon, helped by the U.S. Sixth Fleet. As I watched the destroyed towers in Lebanon, it occurred to me punish the unjust the same way (and) to destroy towers in America so it could taste some of what we are tasting and to stop killing our children and women.
how brave men have been in destruction. How brave women have been in survival.
Men get laid, but women get screwed.
The natural superiority of women is a biological fact, and a socially acknowledged reality.
As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.
If this strikes you as a trivial subject to write about, you're wrong. Really. Bollocks to the rest of you. I could've sat through live 3D news footage of some gruesome bloody war, watching starving women and children being machine gunned in the face by Terminator rebels, and I'd have just shrugged. So what. Stop crying. They're only bullets. Try having my throat. Try some genuine suffering, you pussies.