#courtship

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#courtship #dignity #empowerment #happiness #husbands

It would be a primal offering of food from man to woman and a satisfyingly primitive declaration of intent. However, he mused, one could never be sure these days who would be offended by being handed a dead mallard bleeding from a breast full of tooth-breaking shot and sticky about the neck with dog saliva. ↗

— Helen Simonson

#humor #food

She had surrendered her virtue at six-and-ten, to a beautiful blond-haired sailor on a trading galley up from Lys. He only knew six words of the Common Tongue, but “fuck” was one of them—the very word she’d hoped to hear. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#humour #beauty

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. ↗

— William Congreve

#dull #marriage #play #prologue #very

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#hurry #impatience #love #time #love

I challenge a man to a duel before allowing him near me, and then I take an arrow, dip it in poison, and drive it straight through his heart...But that's on a good day...when I purr and feel delightfully amorous. No need to mention what I'd do on a bad one. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#hard-to-get #heartbreaker #men #men

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#courtship #empowerment #freedom #happiness #husbands

At 14 I discovered girls. At that time dancing was the only way you could put your arm around the girl. Dancing was courtship. ↗

— Gene Kelly

#around #could #courtship #dancing #discovered

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast. ↗

— Tammara Webber

#love #love

What is wrong with the [tale of] Two Swords?" he asked, even more surprised. "Don't you care for it?" "There is too bloody much romance in it," she said curtly. Ah, well, here was the crux of it, apparently. "Don't you like romance?" he ventured. She looked as though she were trying to decide if she should weep or, as he had earlier predicted, stick him with whatever blade she could lay her, hand on. "I don't know," she said briskly. "I see," he said, though he didn't. He wished, absently, that he'd had at least one sister. He was very well versed in what constituted courtly behavior and appropriate formal wooing practices, thanks to his father's insistence on many such lectures delivered by a dour man whose only acquaintance with women had likely come from reading about them in a book, but he had absolutely no idea how to proceed with a woman whose first instinct when faced with something that made her uncomfortable was to draw her sword. ... "I'll stop provoking you, but I will have the answer to a question. Why do you think most men woo?" "Because they have no sword skill and need something with which to occupy their time? ↗

— Lynn Kurland

#female-fighter #wooing #men