#women

One of the things I love about God's Word is that it has no expiration date. ↗

— Patsy Clairmont

#dating

Dinner was served on mismatched plates with paper napkins and silverware that looked like it had been stolen from a school cafeteria. The spaghetti was from a box that was still poking out of the garbage pail, the sauce from a jar that was sitting beside the sink. I got the definite impression that he chose to make dinner because he couldn't afford to take me out. ↗

— Arlene Schindler

#dinner #take-out #womens-fiction #dating

When a woman shift the question "Will he like me?" to "Is he WORTHY of Me?" nothing will ever be the same. ↗

— Morgan Rose

#soulmates #women-s-empowerment #dating

Stop looking for your better half! You need to be whole to attract your better whole, if you expect to have a flourishing relationship. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#dating #goody-box #humor #inspirational #marriage

Don't get mad about the infestation of fleas if you keep shopping at the dog pound. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#dating #humor #inspirational #marriage #men

If you only attract Mr. Wrong or Ms. Crazy, evaluate the common thread in this diversity of people: YOU! ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

#dating-advice #humor #inspirational #men #relationships

Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#become #center #men #men and women #moment

I grunted. It's something I picked up over a fifteen-year career in law enforcement. Men have managed to create a complex and utterly impenetrable secret language consisting of monosyllabic sounds and partial words—and they are apparently too thick to realize it exists. Maybe they really are from Mars. I'd been able to learn a few Martian phrases over time, and one of the useful ones was the grunt that meant "I acknowledge that I've heard what you said; please continue. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #men-and-women #communication

It just seems OK these days to throw women under the bus. Like we're a bargaining chip. ↗

— Lizz Winstead

#bus #chip #days #just #like

He said, I won't have one of those things in the house. It gives a young girl a false notion of beauty, not to mention anatomy. If a real woman was built like that she'd fall on her face. She said, If we don't let her have one like all the other girls she'll feel singled out. It'll become an issue. She'll long for one and she'll long to turn into one. Repression breeds sublimation. You know that. He said, It's not just the pointy plastic tits, it's the wardrobes. The wardrobes and that stupid male doll, what's his name, the one with the underwear glued on. She said, Better to get it over with when she's young. He said, All right but don't let me see it. She came whizzing down the stairs, thrown like a dart. She was stark naked. Her hair had been chopped off, her head was turned back to front, she was missing some toes and she'd been tattooed all over her body with purple ink, in a scrollwork design. She hit the potted azalea, trembled there for a moment like a botched angel, and fell. He said, I guess we're safe. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#beauty #feminine #femininity #gender #gender-roles