Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there.
It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.
Young women dream of romance and passion as men dream of conquest because those dreams are necessary goads to leaving home and growing up.
It's called civilization. Women invented it, and every time you men blow it all to bits, we just invent it again.
I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
Now you bitches can stand here quaking in your boots about what your women might do to you. I’m going to get my woman.
There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.
Your leaders must know powerful magic. Yes, said one of the women. The magic is called Marx, Stalin, Lenin and Class Dialectics. It didn't sound like very powerful magic to me.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.
The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open
I’d love to create a personal profile on a dating site with a headline that reads, “Great Listener Seeks Mute Woman.
Not only am I thinking about getting a nose job, but I’m also trying to get employment for the rest of my face.
Certainly, it is more reasonable to devote one's life to women than to postage stamps, old snuff-boxes, or even to paintings and statues.
In most women's lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of 'I haven't got a thing to wear'.
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.
Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.
A Man"s smile may lead ones way but a women's smile helps brighten the hearts of humanity everyday
It was true. Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed.
For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.
Women in Jesus' day were less than second-class citizens.
