Women Quotes - Page 18

She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?

A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man?

In the realm of love and sex, it’s girls who are in the position of working hard to adapt themselves to the needs and fantasies of the mercurial males whose approval and attention they seek.

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they can't. It interferes.

Mistake is an event not a person

Women get into a relationship hoping a man will change, and he never does; men get into a relationship hoping the woman don't change, but she always does. Men want their partners to be consistent. That they won't make impromptu impossible demands nor baffle him with classically female sudden-onset hysterical behavior.

By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

I asked if you was pleased.’
‘Course I’m pleased! You think I’d be mad if I wasn’t pleased?’
‘You don’t make a lick of sense,’ he says, but he is smiling now and he takes a step closer to me.

She knew breaking up with Ethan was going to be a full-time job because being in a relationship with him had also been a full-time job.

Because, Jack, you volunteered to be taken down into eternal torment in place of her. This is the absolute minimum (unless I'm mistaken) that any female requires from her man.

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.


The greater part of a men who speak ill of women are speaking of a certain woman.

My momma says we don’t need a man to do our chores for us, ’cause we are smart and capable and I believe her even though Sara’s mom says men were born to be our slaves, we just have to know how to manage them.

You can't make a woman love you. Not even with duct tape.

Ah, the boo. The boo is the most maligned, gossiped about, ridiculed figure in the pantheon of prison characters. Boo, which is short for the street term "booty call," is the casual girlfriend, the cheap feel in the sally port, the temporary object of someone's affections (although most boos don't realize the impermanence of their positions).

Men love with their eyes, but women love with their ears.