Femininity Quotes - Page 2

Wanderess, Wanderess,
weave us a story of seduction and ruse.
Heroic be the Wanderess,
the world be her muse.

We walked through the streets with our protectors. We wore our dresses. We gave up our education because that was the price of safety. That was the bargain we made with the devil we knew to escape the devil we didn't.

We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.

The stiletto is a feminine weapon that men just don't have.

Beauty is to recognize how full of Love you are. Sensuality is to let some of that Love shine through your body.

A girl without braids
is like a city without bridges.

What a beautiful woman. She moved with grace, she was entirely feminine, and yet, she possessed incredible inner strength. She’s a survivor.

More than that, the thought rattled uncomfortably in my child brain that I would one day become one of them. My body then was sexless. Though I had seen the curves of adults, I couldn’t fathom the chrysalis that would turn my featureless body into something with heft and gravity, curves and the inclination to use them.

In the past, only some of the males, but all of the females, were able to procreate. Equality is more natural for females.

I believe a woman, in order to be a good wife, must be (among other things) both sensual and maternal.

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

All your life you've never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

When she was a child,
my love carried a road map in her hand
the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.

It is only through my daughter that I have come to realise that a life without femininity – devoid of mystery, emotion, gentleness and the unerring power of a woman’s love – is no life at all.

The male orientation of classical Athens was inseparable from its genius. Athens became great not despite but because of its misogyny.

I know a girl from whose body sunbeams rose to the clouds as if they’d fallen from the sun.
Her laugh was like a bangle of bells.
“Your hair is wet,” I told her one day, “Did you take a bath?”
“It is dew!” she laughed, “I’ve been lying in the grass. All morning long, I lay here waiting for the dawn.