#omen

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#women #love

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lost-love #moment #love

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating. ↗

— Alberto Moravia

#fascination #love #men #monster #scorned

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#marriage #men #women #love

When a man loves a woman, he has to become worthy of her. The higher her virtue, the more noble her character, the more devoted she is to truth, justice, goodness, the more a man has to aspire to be worthy of her. The history of civilization could actually be written in terms of the level of its women. ↗

— Fulton J. Sheen

#women #life

I do so love my witches and wicked queens. I find myself drawn to feminine archetypes that previous generations have found threatening or dangerous: crones, oracles, madwomen, Amazons, virgins who aren’t helpless, bad mothers. I love to give the vagina dentata voice. It so rarely gets to speak for itself. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#women #love

He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman. ↗

— Glen Duncan

#touch #women #love

Don't, he says and then places his free hand underneath mine. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#love #sweet-talk #love

How does it feel being a woman's weakness? I mean a real woman. I mean a real weakness. ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#debilidad #edge #love #mujer #mujeres

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#blues #champagne #curacao #l-heure-bleue #miles-davis