Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.
Women are the ones who knows what's going on,' she said quietly . 'They are the ones with eyes. Have you not heard of Agatha Christie?
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Women and cats do what they do; there is nothing a man can do about it
Women always bring it back to the personal,' said Handsome. 'It's why you can't be world leaders.''And men never do,' I said, 'which is why we end up with no world left to lead.
With women who do not love us, as with the dear departed, the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait.
Why do I need to have reasons? When someone decides to have a baby, people don't go around asking what her reasons are.
What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman's reputation, it amounts to the same thing.
We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naïve sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls kissing us and cuddling us in their arms; at the age of ten, we dream of lov...
Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.
This tension-the idea that there is a right way to be a woman, a right way to be the most essential woman- is ongoing and pervasive.
This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
They plan and they fix and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorchy, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans…So when the bread didn’t rise, and the fish wasn’t quite done a...
The school song at Accrington High School for Girls was 'Let Us Now Praise Famous Men,' a terrible choice for an all-girls' school, but one that helped turn me into a feminist. Where were the famous w...
The one thing a writer has to have is a pencil and some paper. That's enough, so long as she knows that she and she alone is in charge of that pencil, and responsible, she and she alone, for what it w...
So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
So I'm back again to the eternal question, the one that has plagued me all my life: How Do Other People Do It? How come they were given life's rule book and I missed out? Where was I when God was disp...
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to...
She was no malleable, since frigid, substance upon which desires might be executed; she was not a true prostitute for she was the object on which men prostituted themselves.
She blushed. It is a beautiful thing when a woman blushes; at that instant her body no longer belongs to her; she doesn't control it; she is at its mercy; oh, can there be anything more beautiful than...
People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.