Aye, though he loved her from his soul with such a self denying love as woman seldom wins; he spoke from first to last of Martin.
I think both Protestants and Catholics have killed the woman for the sake of the mother. (Rubem Alves, p. 201)
This was the mark of deep infatuation, he thought: the desire to watch a woman talk just to see her lips move, to be around her.
S&M is as psychological as it is physical and sexual, Zach. Imagine being as deep inside a woman’s mind as you are inside her body.
I was physically attacked by a woman who didn’t even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.
Dickens must have first heard his famous The law is an ass quote from a woman. And she was damned right, for all the good it did her.
That woman was sexy. . . . Out of your league? Son, let women figure out why they won't screw you. Don't do it for them.
Another woman told Constant what it was the crowd felt it had a right to. 'We have a right to know what's going on!' she cried.
You can be two things if you're a woman, Dolores. Betty Crocker or a floozy. Just remember your place - even if it kills you.
Reviewing a book written by someone you're living with and sleeping with is, needless to say, wrong.
May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity - a virtuous woman.
A man who respects his wife, does not sleep with other women. And a woman who respects herself does not allow her husband to get away with it
I wrapped the unyielding woman I loved in my arms & kissed her slowly, hoping that some part of her would sense my absolute devotion." #Ren
There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.
What a queer topsy turvy world it was. It used to be the man who went to the wars, the woman who stayed at home. But here the positions were reversed.
She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.
In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.
...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.
And finally, she saw him smile. It chased the shadows from his face and made him a boy again. It was a smile that a woman could grow to yearn for.
She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.
The greatest disaster of self; comes not with experience of failure, but the fear gained belief; about what you think you cannot achieve
