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When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has read more
When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.
A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.
A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.
No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice read more
No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not.
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to read more
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.
Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.
Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.
For my part I distrust all generalizations about women, favorable and unfavorable, masculine and feminine, ancient and modern; all alike, read more
For my part I distrust all generalizations about women, favorable and unfavorable, masculine and feminine, ancient and modern; all alike, I should say, result from paucity of experience.
Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in
woman.
Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in
woman.
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the read more
A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware:
I would not play her larcenous tricks
To have her looks!