Quotes on “women”

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

We need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. It’s like hunger and thirst — you need them both.

Dieting is the only game where you win when you lose!

A state that does not educate and train women is like a man who only trains his right arm.

A truly happy woman drives some men and almost every other woman absolutely crazy

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.

Women speak because they wish to speak, whereas a man speaks only when driven to speak by something outside himself-like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody.

A woman, especially if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don’t have the slightest interest in her themselves.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

When you see what some girls marry, you realize how they must hate to work for a living.

If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.