Men Quotes - Page 8

Fasten your belts and sharpen your arrows, we're going for a hunt! I'm single again!

they say that girls are the ones who want fairy tail endings, but then again, who are the authors of fairy tales? mostly men...

All civilized wo/men are prostitutes: Some sell what's between their legs; the rest sell what's between their ears.

I'm impressed when men go the distance to show they give a damn. That says nothing about the woman and everything about the man.

I'd rather know a man's sincerity than his love. Whereas I have never needed the latter, one can always count on the former.

We build up pretty pictures of men, when we want to be in love. We hate to have them ruined.

Even when I worked in that world, I still wanted love so strong that the man would have no interest in another woman. Maybe you will always be incapable of giving that kind of love. You tell me I want too much. And maybe I do. But like you and your imagination, I can't help but be that way.

Men, we don't need you in shining armor.
We just need you a little bit brave, just a little bit brave.

The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.

Love Is How You Dress

Spiritual maturity is a lifelong pursuit. We grow in spiritual maturity moment by moment, day by day, year by year.

Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid.

He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him-his face, his skin, the way he looked at her-and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Great men have great discipline.

He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love.

WHAT A CONCUBINE SHOULD NEVER SAY:
In your case, ED is not a man's name.

Men only treat women like princesses when they want to use them like prostitutes.

Still, who could say what men ever were looking for? They looked for what they found; they knew what pleased them only when they saw it.

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.