#women

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#women

The Creator made women to please the eye, and to boggle the mind. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#women

Women like a man with a past, but they prefer a man with a present ↗

— Mae West

#women

I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #lissa-dragomir #women

Women are the bloodthirsty sex," said Ric sadly. "We get the reputation, but it is only because the women stand behind us, and say, 'Kill it. Squish it. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#women

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#challenges #keys #writing #women

Create your own style… let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others. ↗

— Anna Wintour

#fashion #look #people #quote #quotes

Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#women #perception

She Was A Phantom of Delight She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death: The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#women #death

Is it time for your period, or something?" With unerring instinct, he'd found a great big red button, and pushed it. Wyatt fights to win, which means he fights dirty. I understand the concept because that's how I fight, too, but understanding it didn't stop me from reacting. I could practically feel my blood bubbling with steam. "What?" He turned around, all controlled aggression, and damned if he didn't push the button again. "What is it about having a period that makes women so bitchy?" ... It was an effort, but I said as sweetly as possible, "It isn't that we're bitchier, it's that having a period makes us feel all tired and achy, so we have less tolerance for all the bullshit we normally SUFFER IN SILENCE." By the time the sentence ended the sweetness was long gone, my jaw was clenched, and I think my eyes were bugging out. Wyatt took a step back, belatedly looking alarmed. ↗

— Linda Howard

#menstration #periods #women #humor