All Quotes By Tag: Women
“Everyone knows that part of the spirit descends to the afterworld, while part of it remains with the family, but we have a special belief about the spirit of a young woman who has died before her marriage that goes contrary to this. She comes back to prey upon other unmarried girls–not to scare them but to take them to the afterworld with her so she might have company.”
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“As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion–she lost her head over it–we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I’d met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I’d been kissing, but maybe I’m always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there’s breath, I’ve heard, there’s hope.”
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“Stop looking for that person you were in the past. She has changed. Look for the person she has grown into. She is wiser and stronger than than ever before. Don’t go back to who you were. Cherish who you are.” –Without a Voice by Chris Pepple”
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“Women are beautiful, sophisticated, and complex creatures, but they do have dark secrets too.”
“Women’s fiction is just a marketing category, designed to appeal more to women than to men. But there are stories in that category that any human being would like.”
“It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him. I glanced back, and saw the underwear torn and discarded, a little strip of thin black material on the floor, and thought, Yes, this is the kind of impatient sex I’m looking for. The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.”
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“I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.”
“To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.”
“In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are obviously suffused and inspired by a romantic sentiment, there is hardly one of his female figures that is so,—the latter being mostly representative of woman in her part as mother, or sufferer, or prophetess or poetess, or in old age, or in any aspect of strength or tenderness, except that which associates itself especially with romantic love. Yet the cleanliness and dignity of Michel Angelo’s male figures are incontestable, and bear striking witness to that nobility of the sentiment in him, which we have already seen illustrated in his sonnets.”
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“When I am lonely for boys what I miss is their bodies. The smell of their skin, its saltiness. The rough whisper of stubble against my cheek. The strong firm hands, the way they rest on the curve of my back.”
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“Schon als Kind war er von recht massiver Körperlichkeit gewesen, in die er sich zurückzuziehen pflegte wie in einen Bunker, da war nichts zu bewegen und nichts zu erschüttern, und aus seinen Kinderaugen sprach Ablehnung.Seine Schulkameraden fürchteten ihn, weil er sofort zuschlug, er ließ sich nicht auf Diskussionen ein, sondern pflanzte dem Kontrahenten ohne Vorwarnung die Faust gezielt auf die Nase.Nur vor den hübschen Mädchen, vor denen fürchtete er sich. Er wusste von Kindesbeinen an, dass sie sich Zutritt verschaffen konnten in sein Innerstes, in das Herz aller Dinge, einfach so, ohne jede Anstrengung, und dass sie dort schlimme Dinge taten, ohne Gewissen und ohne Mitleid. Sie quälten und verletzten und töteten, mit einem Blick, und er begriff nicht, wie sie das machten.Er dachte an Zauberei.Er sah auch, dass sie über manche Jungs diese Macht nicht hatten, und denen unterwarfen sie sich, denen rannten sie nach, von denen ließen sie sich benutzen. Er sah das und begriff auch das nicht.Es hat etwas mit Liebe zu tun, dachte er.Wer sie liebt, den verletzen und demütigen sie. Wer sie verachtet, von dem lassen sie sich benutzen als Klopapier. Wer sie liebt, ernsthaft liebt, dem verweigern sie sich. Wer sie verachtet, bekommt eine ganze Sammlung von ihnen. Du liebst eine Frau? Liebst sie wirklich? Damit lädst du sie ein, dir das Herz zu brechen. Und sie wird der Einladung folgen. Die Versuchung ist einfach zu groß. Er liebt mich, er ist schwach, denkt sie voller Verachtung. Sowas muss man zertreten.Wonach du dich am meisten sehnst, das bekommst du nicht. Was du verachtest, wirft sich dir zu Füßen.Er sah das, und verstand es nicht.”
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“Her unusual upbringing had made her worldly enough to understand that every female, no matter her genus and species, had the ability to physically coerce a male into full cooperation.And yes, she knew just the male to coerce.”
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“For underdeveloped nations there is no better way to develop the nation than true education and empowerment of women.”
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“It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.”