All Quotes By Tag: Men

“Here is the thing, I don’t want you to think that this is about men per se. Yes, men are a part of it, but not everything about your sensuality is about men. In essence, this is about you living your most passionate life as a woman… FOR YOU, first and foremost.”

“What fundamentally differentiates men from women is the functions of desires.”

“I’ve often noticed that there is a moment when a man develops enough confidence and ease in a relationship to bore you to death. Sometimes one hardly even notices it’s happened, that moment, until some careless remark arouses one’s suspicions. I have found that what usually brings this lethargy on is if the woman displays some special kindness. Like making dinner.”

“You know, when you come to think about it, it’s a wonder women have anything to do with men at all, and no surprise that men have devised all kinds of schemes to bind women to them, like not giving them any money. If you had your choice of sleeping with a beautiful soft creature or a large hard one, which would you pick? I mean, if they both had the same amount of money?”

“Moreover, in conversations with women, men do most of the talking (Haas, 1979), and despite hackneyed stereotypes about women being more talkative than men, we’re apparently used to this pattern. When people listen to record-ings of conversations, they think it’s more disrespectful and assertive for a woman to interrupt a m~ than vice versa (Lafrance, 1992).”

“Я хочу встретить такого мужчину, который, когда узнаешь его получше, будет таким же, каким кажется, когда вы только познакомились. Я хочу встретить такого мужчину, который звонит, если пообещал позвонить и приходит домой, если пообещал, что придет. Я хочу встретить такого мужчину, которого устраивает то, какой он есть. Я хочу встретить такого мужчину, который хочет встретить такую женщину, как я. Ведь это не слишком много? Хотя, как утверждает моя подруга Марсель, это все равно, что хотеть луну с неба и звезды впридачу.”

“When I opened my case in the hotel, he gestured excitedly at my snakeskin sandals, turquoise suede wedges and silver-speckled jellies. “But you’ve loads of shoes,” he bellowed joyfully. I shook my head sadly. Men just don’t get it, do they? They’re definitely missing the shoe chromosome.”

“It’s your world, but I make my way in it. At fifteen, no, I couldn’t stand up to you. The age of illusions, when we know nothing, we hope for everything; we’re wandering in a mist … And the half of the world that’s never had any use for us, suddenly is besieging us. You need us, you adore us, you’re suffering for us. You want everything–except to know what we think. You look deep in our eyes–and put your hand up our dress. You call us, “Pretty thing.” That confuses us. The most beautiful woman, the highest ranked, lives half dazzled by constant attention, half stifled by obvious contempt. We think all we’re good for is pleasing you–till one day, long acquaintance with you dispels the last mist. In a clear light, we suddenly see you as you are–and generally we start preferring ourselves. At thirty, I could finally say no–or really say yes. That’s when you begin backing away from us. Now I’m full-grown. I pursue my happiness the same as any man.”

“She had searched for just the right guy; sensitive and gentle and willing to wait. Quite a long search, of course. She was looking for some imaginary man who cared more about having someone to talk to and see movies with than he needed to have sex, because she was just Not Ready for That. Did I say imaginary? Well yes. Human men are not like that.”

“The greater part of a men who speak ill of women are speaking of a certain woman.”

“I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women with principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they’d been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only the few who will pay full price. “You get what you pay for.”

“We men are fascinated by the things we don’t really understand. It gives us something to think and talk about: like females, they drive us nuts.”

“I am a diamond in the rut. A diamond to an untrained eye looks like a rock stone. So men will kick it around on the ground. It takes a man with an expert eye for fine Jewelry to notice its worth. Do not feel bad when men treat you like the little boys in Africa who gave away stones in exchange for candy. The hungry boys thought they were getting something better but had exchange wealth for a sugar high. Some men will do that. Exchange a valuable woman for the transient high of another. The boys didn’t know better and so do some of these men. They don’t know your worth.”

“Bloody men are like bloody buses —You wait for about a yearAnd as soon as one approaches your stopTwo or three others appear.You look at them flashing their indicators,Offering you a ride.You’re trying to read the destinations,You haven’t much time to decide.If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gazeWhile the cars and the taxis and lorries go byAnd the minutes, the hours, the days.”

“That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.”