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A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib;
she was really made from read more
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib;
she was really made from his funny bone.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.
When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. It's a whole different way of thinking.
When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. It's a whole different way of thinking.
Woman's love is writ in water,
Woman's faith is traced in sand.
- Sir Robert Aytoun read more
Woman's love is writ in water,
Woman's faith is traced in sand.
- Sir Robert Aytoun (Ayton) of Kincaldie,
A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in read more
A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water
And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, read more
And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us
be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does read more
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow read more
Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.