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Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love read more
Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love interests?
I never realized until lately that women were supposed to be the inferior sex.
I never realized until lately that women were supposed to be the inferior sex.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to read more
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
Women, like men, should try to do the impossible. And when they fail, their failure should be a challenge to read more
Women, like men, should try to do the impossible. And when they fail, their failure should be a challenge to others.
As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.
As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.
A woman will doubt everything you say except it be compliments to herself.
A woman will doubt everything you say except it be compliments to herself.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her read more
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
