Women

"I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me."

"Horns to bulls wise Nature lends: Horses she with hoofs defends: Hares with nimble feet relieves: Dreadful teeth to lions gives: Fishes learns through streams to slide: Birds through yielding air to glide: Men with courage she supplies: But to women these denies. What then gives she? Beauty, this Both their arms and armour is: She, that can this weapon use, Fire and sword with ease subdues."

"Thracian filly, tell me why You look askance when I come nigh, And flee unkind, as though I knew Naught of how to manage you? Should it please me, truth to tell, I could bridle you right well, And take and ride you hand on rein Up the course and down again; And if instead you graze your fill And frisk it in the meadow still, 'Tis but because a man like me Knows how long to leave you free."

"Women are really much nicer than men: No wonder we like them."

"Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves."

"A flimsy shift on a bunker cot, With a thin dirk-slot through the bosom spot And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot. Or was she wench... Or some shuddering maid...? That dared the knife And that took the blade! By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade!"

"Women have been called queens a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling."

"Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in woman."

"We must find the right use for every ability. The era of the Mother of the World is not a return of the age of Amazons."

"The fair sex is governed by desire and women care much for pomp and pride. Hence a king should collect gems for their satisfaction. Kings and persons, ambitious of lofty stations in life, should not be excessively fond of female company, nor visit them much."

"Μέλει γὰρ ἀνδρί, μὴ γυνὴ βουλευέτω, τἄξωθεν: ἔνδον δ᾽ οὖσα μὴ βλάβην τίθει."

"Γυναικὸς ἀνδρόβουλον ἐλπίζον κέαρ."

"Where love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite of all the virtue we can boast, The woman that deliberates is lost."

"Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!"

"At length I've acted my severest part! I feel the woman breaking in upon me, And melt about my heart: my tears will flow."

"The glowing dames of Zama's royal court Have faces finsh'd with more exalted charms."

"Sure, Nature form'd me of her softest mould, Enfeebled all my soul with tender passions, And sunk me ev'n below my own weak sex: Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart."

"When a man becomes familiar with his goddess, she quickly sinks into a woman."

"She trips along the street, a flashing wonder, Dazzling enigma! Courtesan or maid? Temple of chastity, or hall of trade? An angel-presence, or a soul of plunder Casting the doors of sanctitude asunder? A beauteousness, by love and laughter swayed, Or death in immemorial masquerade? A dainty dawn-song, or a snarl of thunder?"

"Women have, commonly, a very positive moral sense; that which they will, is right; that which they reject, is wrong; and their will, in most cases, ends by settling the moral."

"Patriotism in the female sex is the most disinterested of all virtues. Excluded from honors and from offices, we cannot attach ourselves to the State or Government from having held a place of eminence. ... Yet all history and every age exhibit instances of patriotic virtue in the female sex; which considering our situation equals the most heroic of yours."

"If perticuliar care and attention is not paid to the Laidies we are determined to foment a Rebelion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any Laws in which we have no voice, or Representation."

"You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur."

"Everything we see in the world is the creative work of women."

"My vigor, vitality and cheek repel me. I am the kind of a woman I would run from."

"We women do talk too much; but even then, we don't tell half we know."

"Their sophistry I can control Who falsely say that women have no soul."

"In his adolescence, he had discussed it with his father while they were weeding a field. “About girls,” he had said. “What about them?” his father asked. “You know.” His father sat back on his heels. “Treat her right and she’ll treat you right.”"

"La femme est un grand enfant qu'on amuse avec des joujoux, qu'on endort avec des louanges, et qu'on séduit avec des promesses."

"Tel est le sort des femmes galantes: elles se donnent à Dieu, quand le diable n'en veut plus."

"A woman, O my friends, has one desire— To see secure, to live with, those she loves."

"With women the heart argues, not the mind."

"She smiles, and smiles, and will not sigh, While we for hopeless passion die: Yet she could love, those eyes declare, Were but men nobler than they are. Eagerly once her gracious ken Was turn'd upon the sons of men; But light the serious visage grew— She look'd, and smiled, and saw them through. Our petty souls, our strutting wits, Our labour'd puny passion-fits,— Oh, may she scorn them still, till we Scorn them as bitterly as she."

"On one she smiled, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere—we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child!—it was the bliss within."

"The Musmee has a small brown face, "Musk-melon seed" its perfect shape: Jetty arch’d eyebrows; nose to grace The rosy mouth beneath; a nape, And neck, and chin, and smooth, soft cheeks Carv’d out of sunburn’d ivory, With teeth, which, when she smiles or speaks, Pearl merchants might come leagues to see!"

"An excellent thing it is when life is leaving,— Leaving with gloom and gladness, joys and cares,— The strong heart failing, and the high soul grieving With strangest thoughts, and wild unwonted fears; Then, then a woman's low soft sympathy Comes like an angel's voice to teach us how to die. But a most excellent thing it is in youth, When the fond lover hears the loved one's tone, That fears, but longs, to syllable the truth,— How their two hearts are one, and she his own; It makes sweet human music—oh! the spells That haunt the trembling tale a bright-eyed maiden tells!"

"It is easy to find persons who will share prosperity; but, except a very few and very good ones, women are not willing to share misfortunes."

"Haughtiness of women has been the ruin of many tyrannies."

"The excellence of females in regard to person, is beauty and stature; in regard to the mind, temperance, and fondness for employment, without meanness."

"Woman is more compassionate than man, more easily moved to tears, at the same time is more jealous, more querulous, more apt to scold and to strike. She is, furthermore, more prone to despondency and less hopeful than the man, more void of shame or self-respect, more false of speech, more deceptive, and of more retentive memory. She is also more wakeful, more shrinking, more difficult to rouse to action, and requires a smaller quantity of nutriment."