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Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Women make love for love, men make love for lust.
Men mistake friendship, but not sex, for love; women mistake sex, but not friendship, for love.
Men often give love for sex, women often give sex for love.
A woman is like a teabag. You can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
Men are motivated and empowered when they feel needed. Women are motivated and empowered when they feel cherished.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even out virtues.
There is only one real tragedy in a woman's life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.
Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is What does a woman want?
The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women merely adored.
Women have got to make the world safe for men since men have made it so darned unsafe for women.
Man loves little and often. Woman much and rarely.
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol of that: mother of the earth, slut of the universe; but she never becomes herself because it is forbidden for her to do so.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.
When you educate a man you educate an individual; when you educate a woman you educate a whole family.
Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men.
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
The trouble with some women is they get all excited about nothing, and then they marry him.
To be successful, a woman has to be better at her job than a man.
Woman is the dominant sex. Men have to do all sorts of stuff to prove that they are worthy of woman's attention.
Man forgives women anything save the wit to outwit him.
If all men are born free, why is it that all women are born slaves?
Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.
It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son -- and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.
Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through man's passions, nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.
I have always found women difficult. I don't really understand them. To begin with, few women tell the truth.
The girl with a future avoids a man with a past.
Women are natural guerrillas. Scheming, we nestle into the enemy's bed, avoiding open warfare, watching the options, playing the odds.
Women are considered deep -- why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover -- but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
I don't know why women want any of the things men have when one the things that women have is men.
Every theory of love, from Plato down teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in himself.
Whether women are better than men I cannot say, but I can say they are certainly no worse.
Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.
Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.
If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
You may be a princess or the richest woman in the world, but you cannot be more than a lady.
The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune.
If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.
The mouth of a cannon is safer that the mouth of a woman scorned.
As vivacity is the gift of women, gravity is that of men.
When a woman is very, very bad, she is awful, but when a man is correspondingly good, he is weird.
It seems as though women keep growing. Eventually they can have little or nothing in common with the men they chose long ago.
It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.
Just as women are afraid of receiving, men are afraid of giving.
A women under stress is not immediately concerned with finding solutions to her problems but rather seeks relief by expressing herself and being understood.
When men and women are able to respect and accept their differences then love has a chance to blossom.
For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.
A woman who takes things from a man is called a girlfriend, a man who takes things from a woman is called a gigolo.
If women were humbler, men would be more honest.
When women go wrong, men go right after them.
What Women Want: To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held. What Men Want: Tickets for the world series.
Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
When a woman behaves like a man why doesn't she behave like a nice man?
The higher mental development of woman, the less possible it is for her to meet a congenial male who will see in her, not only sex, but also the human being, the friend, the comrade and strong individuality, who cannot and ought not lose a single trait of her character.
Aren't women prudes if they don't and prostitutes if they do?
I buy women shoes and they use them to walk away from me.
To be born woman is to know -- although they do not speak of it at school -- women must labor to be beautiful.
The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.
Men are just as sensitive, and in some ways more sensitive, than women are.
Women like silent men. They think they're listening.
Guys are simple... women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.
A woman who looks like a girl and thinks like a man is the best sort, the most enjoyable to be and the most pleasurable to have and to hold.
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.
Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.
Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.
To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.
Women are an enslaved population -- the crop we harvest is children, the fields we work are houses. Women are forced into committing sexual acts with men that violate integrity because the universal religion -- contempt for women -- has as its first commandment that women exist purely as sexual fodder for men.
And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.
When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
Women are as old as they feel and men are old when they lose their feelings.
To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
We women are always in danger of living too exclusively in the affections; and though our affections are perhaps the best gifts we have, we ought also to have our share of the more independent life -- some joy in things for their own sake. It is piteous to see the helplessness of some sweet women when their affections are disappointed -- because all their teaching has been, that they can only delight in study of any kind for the sake of a personal love. They have never contemplated an independent delight in ideas as an experience which they could confess without being laughed at. Yet surely women need this defense against passionate affliction even more than men.
Slavery it is that makes slavery; freedom, freedom. The slavery of women happened when the men were slaves of kings.
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul on the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless -- for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.
You don't know a woman until you have received a letter from her.
But if God had wanted us to think just with our wombs, why did He give us a brain?
The angel of the Family is Woman. Mother, wife, or sister, Woman is the caress of life, the soothing sweetness of affection shed over its toils, a reflection for the individual of the loving providence which watches over Humanity. In her there is treasure enough of consoling tenderness to allay every pain. Moreover for every one of us she is the initiator of the future. The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life; and love and faith create a desire for perfection and the power of reaching towards it step by step; create the future, in short, of which the living symbol is the child, link between us and the generations to come. Through her the Family, with its divine mystery of reproduction, points to Eternity.
If it weren't for women, men would still be wearing last week's socks.
If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself.
If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.
There is a growing strength in women, but it's in the forehead, not in the forearm.
Most women defend themselves. It is the female of the species -- it is the tigress and lioness in you -- which tends to defend when attacked.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
A man's brain has a more difficult time shifting from thinking to feeling than a women's brain does.
Men who do not make advances to women are apt to become victims to women who make advances to them.
A good cigar is as great a comfort to a man as a good cry is to a woman.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
The nearer society approaches to divine order, the less separation will there be in the characters, duties, and pursuits of men and women. Women will not become less gentle and graceful, but men will become more so. Women will not neglect the care and education of their children, but men will find themselves ennobled and refined by sharing those duties with them; and will receive, in return, co-operation and sympathy in the discharge of various other duties, now deemed inappropriate to women. The more women become rational companions, partners in business and in thought, as well as in affection and amusement, the more highly will men appreciate home.
Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail their failure must be but a challenge to others.
Women lie about their age; men lie about their income.
When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
I must have women -- there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
I have always been principally interested in men for sex. I've always thought any sane woman would be a lover of women because loving men is such a mess. I have always wished I'd fall in love with a woman. Damn.
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
A man's women folk, whatever their outward show of respect for his merit and authority, always regard him secretly as an ass, and with something akin to pity. His most gaudy sayings and doings seldom deceive them; they see the actual man within, and know him for a shallow and pathetic fellow. In this fact, perhaps, lies one of the best proofs of feminine intelligence, or, as the common phrase makes it, feminine intuition.
Because of our social circumstances, male and female are really two cultures and their life experiences are utterly different.
It is not her body that he wants but it is only through her body that he can take possession of another human being, so he must labor upon her body, he must enter her body, to make his claim.
The incomprehensibleness of women is an old theory, but what is that to the curious wondering observation with which wives, mothers, and sisters watch the other unreasoning animal in those moments when he has snatched the reins out of their hands, and is not to be spoken to! . It is best to let him come to, and feel his own helplessness.
He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
The cocks may crow, but it's the hen that lays the egg.
The main difference between men and woman is that men are lunatics and woman are idiots.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor. Which is one very strong argument in favor of matrimony.
Femininity appears to be one of those pivotal qualities that is so important no one can define it.
It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.
Women are a sisterhood. They make common cause in behalf of the sex; and, indeed, this is natural enough, when we consider the vast power that the law gives us over them.
Don't you realize that as long as you have to sit down to pee, you'll never be a dominant force in the world? You'll never be a convincing technocrat or middle manager. Because people will know. She's in there sitting down.
There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
Maybe I couldn't make it. Maybe I don't have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky ass, a sexy voice. Maybe I don't know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I'm sick of the masquerade. I'm sick of pretending eternal youth. I'm sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I'm sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I'm sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I'm sick of the Powder Room. I'm sick of pretending that some fatuous male's self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I'm sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I'm sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate.
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
Woman is the future of man. That means that the world which was once formed in man's image will now be transformed to the image of woman. The more technical and mechanical, cold and metallic it becomes, the more it will need the kind of warmth that only the woman can give it. If we want to save the world, we must adapt to the woman, let ourselves be led by the woman, let ourselves be penetrated by the Ewigweiblich, the eternally feminine!
Girls who put out are tramps. Girls who don't are ladies. This is, however, a rather archaic usage of the word. Should one of you boys happen upon a girl who doesn't put out, do not jump to the conclusion that you have found a lady. What you have probably found is a lesbian.
A lady is nothing very specific. One man's lady is another man's woman; sometimes, one man's lady is another man's wife. Definitions overlap but they almost never coincide.
I'm anal retentive. I'm a workaholic. I have insomnia. And I'm a control freak. That's why I'm not married. Who could stand me?
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her.
If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love they are reduced to the status of courtesans. As wives they are treated more as servants than as companions. Men do not love them: they make use of them, they exploit them, and expect, in that way, to make them subject to the law of fidelity.
The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.
If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girl friends. And they tolerated it and let us go ahead and play with our toys.
Young women... you are, in my opinion, disgracefully ignorant. You have never made a discovery of any sort of importance. You have never shaken an empire or led an army into battle. The plays by Shakespeare are not by you, and you have never introduced a barbarous race to the blessings of civilization. What is your excuse?
The white American man makes the white American woman maybe not superfluous but just a little kind of decoration. Not really important to turning around the wheels of the state. Well the black American woman has never been able to feel that way. No black American man at any time in our history in the United States has been able to feel that he didn't need that black woman right against him, shoulder to shoulder -- in that cotton field, on the auction block, in the ghetto, wherever.
She even had a kind of special position among men: she was an exception, she fitted none of the categories they commonly used when talking about girls; she wasn't a cock-teaser, a cold fish, an easy lay or a sneaky bitch; she was an honorary person. She had grown to share their contempt for most women.
There are certainly are not so many men of large fortune in the world as there are of pretty woman to deserve them.
Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.
Once a man is on hand, a woman tends to stop believing in her own beliefs.
Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.
The most important thing in a relationship between a man and a woman is that one of them must be good at taking orders.
Woman submits to her fate; man makes his.
Girls we love for what they are; men for what they promise to be.
Men should be saying I want to become a woman. The world would be a far better place if more men wanted to become women, than women wanted to become men.
To be womanly is one thing, and one only; it is to be sensitive to man, to be highly endowed with the sex instinct; to be manly is to be sensitive to woman.
The man of the house can destroy the pleasure of the household, but he cannot make it. That rests with the woman, and it is her greatest privilege.
Men naturally resent it when women take greater liberties in dress than men are allowed.
Women receive he insults of men with tolerance, having been bitten in the nipple by their toothless gums.
Once women begin to question the inevitability of their subordination and to reject the conventions formerly associated with it, they can no longer retreat to the safety of those conventions. The woman who rejects the stereotype of feminine weakness and dependence can no longer find much comfort in the clich? that all men are beasts. She has no choice except to believe, on the contrary, that men are human beings, and she finds it hard to forgive them when they act like animals.
Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams.
A lady is smarter than a gentleman, maybe, she can sew a fine seam, she can have a baby, she can use her intuition instead of her brain, but she can't fold a paper in a crowded train.
There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn't bother to change while there are women like that around.
Men are gentle, honest and straightforward. Women are convoluted, deceptive and dangerous.
If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
Men are the managers of the affairs of women for that God has preferred in bounty one of them over another, and for that they have expended of their property. Righteous women are therefore obedient, guarding the secret for God's guarding. And those you fear may be rebellious admonish; banish them to their couches, and beat them.
Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.
The three sexes are men, women, and professors.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.
Men never remember, but women never forget.
The fact is, you have fallen lately, Cecily, into a bad habit of thinking for yourself. You should give it up. It is not quite womanly... men don't like it.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
.. it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.
The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even, be it said, to the shame of philosophical delights, the most lasting joys; the being towards or for whom all their efforts tend for whom and by whom fortunes are made and lost; for whom, but especially by whom, artists and poets compose their most delicate jewels; from whom flow the most enervating pleasures and the most enriching sufferings -- woman, in a word, is not, for the artist in general... only the female of the human species. She is rather a divinity, a star.
A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
Women are most fascinating between the ages of thirty-five and forty, after they have won a few races and know how to pace themselves. Since few women ever pass forty, maximum fascination can continue indefinitely.
They talk about a woman's sphere, as though it had a limit. There's not a place in earth or heaven. There's not a task to mankind given... without a woman in it.
The feminine mystique has succeeded in burying millions of American women alive.
It is not women's fault if we are so tender. It is in the nature of the lives we live. And further, it would be a terrible catastrophe if men had to live men's lives and women's also. Which is precisely what has happened today -- to women.
Nature has given women so much power that the law has very wisely given them little.
There is simply no dignified way for a woman to live alone. Oh, she can get along financially perhaps (though not nearly as well as a man), but emotionally she is never left in peace. Her friends, her family, her fellow workers never let her forget that her husbandlessness, her childlessness -- her selfishness, in short -- is a reproach to the American way of life.
Growing up female in America. What a liability! You grew up with your ears full of cosmetic ads, love songs, advice columns, whoreoscopes, Hollywood gossip, and moral dilemmas on the level of TV soap operas. What litanies the advertisers of the good life chanted at you! What curious catechisms!
The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.
Being a woman is of special interest only to aspiring male transsexuals. To actual women it is merely a good excuse not to play football.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
For my part I distrust all generalizations about women, favorable and unfavorable, masculine and feminine, ancient and modern; all alike, I should say, result from paucity of experience.
Only a male intellect clouded by the sexual drive could call the stunted, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped and short-legged sex the fair sex.
The only way for a woman to provide for herself decently is for her to be good to some man that can afford to be good to her.
The clich? that women, more consistently than men, turn inward for sustenance seems to mean, in practice, that women have richly defined the ways in which imagination creates possibility; possibility that society denies.
Women of quality are so civil, you can hardly distinguish love from good breeding.
Women have tiny uncertainties that would eventually overwhelm any calculation
So it is naturally with the male and the female; the one is superior, the other inferior; the one governs, the other is governed; and the same rule must necessarily hold good with respect to all mankind.
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.
While farmers generally allow one rooster for ten hens, ten men are scarcely sufficient to service one woman.
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
A woman should say: Have I made him happy? Is he satisfied? Does he love me more than he loved me before? Is he likely to go to bed with another woman? If he does, then it's the wife's fault because she is not trying to make him happy.
Whatever evil a man may think of women, there is no woman but thinks more.
A man of sense only trifles with them, plays with them, humors and flatters them, as he does with a sprightly and forward child; but he neither consults them about, nor trusts them with, serious matters.
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
Nature makes woman to be won and men to win.
Were there no women, men might live like gods.
There is no kind of harassment that a man may not inflict on a woman with impunity in civilized societies.
A man's idea in a game of cards is war, cruel, devastating, and pitiless. A lady's idea of it is a combination of larceny, embezzlement and burglary.
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because then he becomes one of the children.
Given the cultural barriers to intersex conversation, the amazing thing is that we would even expect women and men to have anything to say to each other for more than ten minutes at a stretch. The barriers are ancient -- perhaps rooted, as some paleontologist may soon discover, in the contrast between the occasional guttural utterances exchanged in male hunting bands and the extended discussions characteristic of female food-gathering groups.
Upscale young men seem to go for the kind of woman who plays with a full deck of credit cards, who won't cry when she's knocked to the ground while trying to board the six o clock Eastern shuttle, and whose schedule doesn't allow for a sexual encounter lasting more than twelve minutes.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way; it had better ha been left to the men.
Let us treat the men and women well: treat them as if they were real: perhaps they are.
Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes.
The female of the genus homo is economically dependent on the male. He is her food supply.
Man made one grave mistake: in answer to vaguely reformist and humanitarian agitation he admitted women to politics and the professions. The conservatives who saw this as the undermining of our civilization and the end of the state and marriage were right after all; it is time for the demolition to begin.
Perhaps women have always been in closer contact with reality than men: it would seem to be the just recompense for being deprived of idealism.
I'm a woman who was raised to believe that you are not complete unless you have a man. Well, in some ways it's true. I am a feminist to a point. But I'm not going to deny the fact that I love to be with men.
Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.
Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in existence and hurl themselves upon it. Women know where it lives but they can let it alone.
The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman.
Men know that women are an over-match for them, and therefore they choose the weakest or most ignorant. If they did not think so, they never could be afraid of women knowing as much as themselves.
Men and women, women and men; it will never work.
The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
The source of all life and knowledge is in man and woman, and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge, man-being and woman-being.
I really think that American gentlemen are the best after all, because kissing your hand may make you feel very good but a diamond and a sapphire bracelet lasts forever.
I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is a myth willfully fostered and nourished by certain semi-scientists and other fiction writers. And it has done more, I suspect, to unsettle marital happiness than any other false doctrine of this myth-ridden age.
Coming to terms with the rhythms of women's lives means coming to terms with life itself, accepting the imperatives of the body rather than the imperatives of an artificial, man-made, perhaps transcendentally beautiful civilization. Emphasis on the male work-rhythm is an emphasis on infinite possibilities; emphasis on the female rhythms is an emphasis on a defined pattern, on limitation.
Man is always looking for someone to boast to; woman is always looking for a shoulder to put her head on.
Men have a much better time of it than women. For one thing, they marry later, for another thing, they die earlier.
Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
Nature has not placed us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of other animals, where we see no distinction of capacity, though I am persuaded if there was a commonwealth of rational horses... it would be an established maxim amongst them that a mare could not be taught to pace.
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
I consider that women who are authors, lawyers, and politicians are monsters.
The great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbors, and will come together as human beings.
We all enter the world little plastic beings, with so much natural force, perhaps, but for the rest -- blank; and the world tells us what we are to be, and shapes us by the ends it sets before us. To you it says -- Work; and to us it says -- Seem! To you it says -- As you approximate to man's highest ideal of God, as your arm is strong and your knowledge great, and the power to labor is with you, so you shall gain all that human heart desires. To us it says -- Strength shall not help you, nor knowledge, nor labor. You shall gain what men gain, but by other means. And so the world makes men and women.
Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other, because they don't see it -- but there is.
There is very little difference between men and women in space.
If women were as fastidious as men, morally or physically, there would be an end of the race.
When God created two sexes, he may have been overdoing it.
Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.
Just as humans have a prior right to existence over dogs by virtue of being more highly evolved and having a superior consciousness, so women have a prior right to existence over men. The elimination of any male is, therefore, a righteous and good act, an act highly beneficial to women as well as an act of mercy.
The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse -- as a luxury befitting a young man.
The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.
Either sex alone is half itself.
The anger that appears to be building up between the sexes becomes more virulent with every day that passes. And far from women taking the blame... the fact is that men are invariably portrayed as the bad guys. Being a good man is like being a good Nazi.
I love the idea of there being two sexes, don't you?
Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.
No men who really think deeply about women retain a high opinion of them; men either despise women or they have never thought seriously about them.
For a man to strike any women is most brutal, and I, as well as everyone else, think this far worse than any attempt to shoot, which, wicked as it is, is at least more comprehensible and more courageous.
It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.
Women are told from their infancy, and taught by the example of their mothers, that a little knowledge of human weakness, justly termed cunning, softness of temper, outward obedience and a scrupulous attention to a puerile kind of propriety, will obtain for them the protection of man.
Women serve but to keep a man from better company.
No man on earth comes before his mother. Tadj Abdelkader from "Between two
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
We have dreamt of every woman there is, and dreamt too of the miracle that would bring us the pleasure of being a woman, for women have all the qualities -- courage, passion, the capacity to love, cunning -- whereas all our imagination can do is naively pile up the illusion of courage.
Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread.
Eve is a twofold mystery.
All observations point to the fact that the intellectual woman is masculinized; in her, warm, intuitive knowledge has yielded to cold unproductive thinking.
Impenetrable in their dissimulation, cruel in their vengeance, tenacious in their purposes, unscrupulous as to their methods, animated by profound and hidden hatred for the tyranny of man -- it is as though there exists among them an ever-present conspiracy toward domination, a sort of alliance like that subsisting among the priests of every country.
I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighted torch and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order by sitting on the mystery of life, and knowing themselves that there was no mystery.
I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighted torch and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order by sitting on the mystery of life, and knowing themselves that there was no mystery.
It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed receipt.
Observe this, that tho a woman swear, forswear, lie, dissemble, back-bite, be proud, vain, malicious, anything, if she secures the main chance, she's still virtuous; that's a maxim.
The especial genius of women I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency.
The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!
Older women can afford to agree that femininity is a charade, a matter of colored hair, ecru lace and whalebones, the kind of slap and tat that transvestites are in love with, and no more.
A woman might claim to retain some of the child's faculties, although very limited and defused, simply because she has not been encouraged to learn methods of thought and develop a disciplined mind. As long as education remains largely induction ignorance will retain these advantages over learning and it is time that women impudently put them to work.
A Woman is home caring for her children! even if she can't. Trapped in this well-built trap, A Woman blames her mother for luring her into it, while ensuring that her own daughter never gets out; she recoils from the idea of sisterhood and doesn't believe women have friends, because it probably means something unnatural, and anyhow, A Woman is afraid of women. She's a male construct, and she's afraid women will deconstruct her. She's afraid of everything, because she can't change. Thighs forever thin and shining hair and shining teeth and she's my Mom, too, all seven percent of her. And she never grows old.
To me the female principle is, or at least historically has been, basically anarchic. It values order without constraint, rule by custom not by force. It has been the male who enforces order, who constructs power structures, who makes, enforces, and breaks laws.
What breadth, what beauty and power of human nature and development there must be in a woman to get over all the palisades, all the fences, within which she is held captive!
If it were not somewhat fanciful to suppose that every human excellence is presented, as it were, in one kind of being, we might believe that the whole treasure of morality and order is enshrined in the female character.
Like their personal lives, women's history is fragmented, interrupted; a shadow history of human beings whose existence has been shaped by the efforts and the demands of others.
The real thinking of woman is pre-eminently practical and applied. It is something we describe as sound common sense, and is usually directed to what is close at hand and personal. In general, it can be said that feminine mentality manifests an undeveloped, childlike, or primitive character; instead of the thirst for knowledge, curiosity; instead of judgment, prejudice; instead of thinking, imagination or dreaming; instead of will, wishing. Where a man takes up objective problems, a woman contents herself with solving riddles; where he battles for knowledge and understanding, she contents herself with faith or superstition, or else she makes assumptions.
The common foible of women who have been handsome is to forget that they are no longer so.
The chief thing about a woman -- who is much of a woman -- is that in the long run she is not to be had... She is not to be caught by any of the catch-words, love, beauty, honor, duty, worth, work, salvation -- none of them -- not in the long run. In the long run she only says Am I satisfied, or is there some beastly dissatisfaction gnawing and gnawing inside me. And if there is some dissatisfaction, it is physical, at least as much as psychic, sex as much as soul.
Woman is the Nigger of the World.
There are many examples of women that have excelled in learning, and even in war, but this is no reason we should bring em all up to Latin and Greek or else military discipline, instead of needle-work and housewifery.
If a test of civilization be sought, none can be so sure as the condition of that half of society over which the other half has power.
Women are the fulfilled sex. Through our children we are able to produce our own immortality, so we lack that divine restlessness which sends men charging off in pursuit of fortune or fame or an imagined Utopia. That is why we number so few geniuses among us. The wholesome oyster wears no pearl, the healthy whale no ambergris, and as long as we can keep on adding to the race, we harbor a sort of health within ourselves.
The great mass of women throughout history have been confined to the cultural level of animal life in providing the male with sexual outlet and exercising the animal functions of reproduction and care of the young.
We are educated in the grossest ignorance, and no art omitted to stifle our natural reason; if some few get above their nurses instructions, our knowledge must rest concealed and be as useless to the world as gold in the mine.
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her.
Woman -- for example, look at her case! She turns tantalizing inviting glances on you. You seize her. No sooner does she feel herself in your grasp than she closes her eyes. It is a sign of her mission, the sign by which she says to man: Blind yourself, for I am blind.
Most women have no characters at all.
The individual woman is required a thousand times a day to choose either to accept her appointed role and thereby rescue her good disposition out of the wreckage of her self-respect, or else follow an independent line of behavior and rescue her self-respect out of the wreckage of her good disposition.
No woman is really an insider in the institutions fathered by masculine consciousness. When we allow ourselves to believe we are, we lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo's Women's War, the marriage-resisting women silk workers of pre-Revolutionary China, the millions of widows, midwives, and the women healers tortured and burned as witches for three centuries in Europe.
Woman! The peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch, and the sinner his justification!
I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year.
To behold her is an immediate check to loose behavior; to love her is a liberal education.
If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long?
It requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady.