This woman is my salvation. She is my anchor in this world. “My angel,” I whisper to her, reminding her who she is to me.
With one kiss, my life had been altered. It would follow a different path now. One where a woman owned my heart.
I had no desire to hear another woman tell my boyfriend how hot he was. If I wanted him to know, I'd damn well tell him myself.
I have been crying," she replied, simply, "and it has done me good. It helps a woman you know, just as swearing helps a man.
But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?
It is said a virtuous woman is worth more than rubies. But I believe many men discover the hard way that virtue, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.
Sex only makes people more like themselves. A powerful, secretive woman becomes only more powerful and more secretive in the throes of passion.
Oh,' she says, 'the Vat prints nothing but rapes. You know what a rape usually is? It's a woman who changed her mind afterward.
Put McCall and I together and nothing can stop us." ... That's what he wanted. A woman to stand by him and conquer whatever they set their mind to.
Why? What's wrong with being emotional about this? why is that a negative thing? Why isn't the emotional decision the right decision?" asked the woman who wasn't crying.
Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.
The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.
A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.
Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do so, simply with her eyes.
Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones
But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn't sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.
There’s an alternate view. That no man or woman alive is the disempowered victim of another’s degrading circumstance. Each is equipped to pursue their own fate. No one needs saving.
Was Briony the only person who could hear the venom dripping from the woman’s tongue? What good was beauty — a mature beauty, but beauty nonetheless — if it cloaked such a viperous soul?
The American army,” said the Prince of Candia, “has the sweet, warm smell of a blond woman.” “You’re very kind,” said Colonel Jack Hamilton.
A woman's got one life: She's got to reach out and grab it with both hands, or it'll pass her by and leave nothing but a smelly old fart in her face.
That was a very formidable woman," Caisa said. "I seem to know a good many of those." "And you have a terrible habit of angering them," she said.
