#men

Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her." (Letter, 17 June 1837) ↗

— George Sand

#gender #imperfections #inequality #men #mysogyny

When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, "Are we going to have sex now?" His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, "Yeah, I think we are. ↗

— Lori Foster

#trace #men

Four men killed that day. The phrase sat up in Willie's head like a rat and made a nest for itself there ↗

— Sebastian Barry

#realization #war #men

Prophets borrow the omniscience of God to speak with the insolence of angels. But we are only impressed with their authority when they talk to us humbly, as men of inferior rank. ↗

— Bauvard

#authority #god #prophets #men

A hero is not measured by the lives that he has saved. A hero is measured by the number of the dead that he did not join. ↗

— Robert J.A. Gilbert

#dead #fantasy #hero #noah #men

My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous." "Men like that always are. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#books #burn #dangerous #men

Man får ikke altid de rejser man ønsker sig nieta, men du vil altid få den rejse du har brug for ↗

— Alyson Noel

#paloma-santos #men

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress. ↗

— Geoffrey Chaucer

#dishonesty #evil #gender #inequality #men

And what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle?” he says, reading my Noise. “What other kind of man is suitable for war?” A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. “Wrong,” says the Mayor. “It’s war that makes us men in the first place. Until there’s war, we are only children.” Another blast of the horn comes roaring down at us, so loud it nearly takes our heads off and it puts the army off its stride for a second or two. We look up the road to the bottom of the hill. We see Spackle torches gathering there to meet us. “Ready to grow up, Todd?” the Mayor asks. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#war #men

Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions. ↗

— Matt Fraction

#x-men #men