Quotes to inspire and reflect

Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman’s game is mediocre.

Women themselves always still have in the background of all personal vanity an impersonal contempt for “woman.”

Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else seems without value to her.

Women would rather be right than reasonable.

It costs an unreasonable woman no more to pass over one reason than another; they cherish themselves most where they are most wrong.

Woman’s reason is in the milk of her breasts.

Women have simple tastes. They can get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

There are many wild beasts on land and in the sea, but the beastliest of all is woman.

A woman will always sacrifice herself if you give her the opportunity. It is her favorite form of self- indulgence.

the females of all species are most / dangerous when they appear to retreat.

If a handsome woman allows that another woman is beautiful, we may safely conclude she excels her.

Woman’s normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

There’s no effrontery like that of a woman caught in the act; her very guilt inspires her with wrath and insolence.

When female minds are embittered by age or solitude, their malignity is generally exerted in a rigorous and spiteful superintendence of domestic trifles.

A woman, the more curious she is about her face, is commonly the more careless about her house.

One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.

I know how to handle women who act like ladies, but my landlady ain’t no lady. Sometimes I even wish

A woman will doubt everything you say except it be compliments to herself.

Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind / Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

Women never reason, and therefore they are (comparatively) seldom wrong.

A woman’s vanity is interested in making the object of her choice the God of her idolatry.

Ugly women may be naturally quite as capricious as pretty ones; but as they are never petted and spoiled, and as no allowances are made for them, they soon find themselves obliged either to suppress their whims or to hide them.

To most women art is a form of scandal.

Woman is woman’s natural ally.

What else goes wrong for a woman—except her marriage?

Neither earth nor ocean / produces a creature as savage and monstrous / as woman.

There seems to be some pleasure / for women in sick talk of one another.

Love’s all in all to women.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

A woman should always challenge our respect, and never move our compassion.

A woman’s strength is the unresistible might of weakness.

A beautiful woman is a practical poet.

Half the sorrows of women would be kverted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless—nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.

Of women, the most.we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

A woman’s hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Women are better than they are reputed to be: they don’t mock the tears men shed unless they themselves are responsible for them.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, / Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

A woman never sees what we do for her, she only sees what we don’t do.

Women, like flames, have a destroying power, / Ne’er to be quenched till they themselves devour.

Variability is one of the virtues of a woman. It avoids the crude requirement of polygamy. So long as you have one good wife you are sure to have a spiritual harem.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, / Which, to admire, we should not understand.

Old, that’s an affront no woman can well bear.

A woman is a vehicle of life. Life has overtaken her. Woman is what it is all about—the giving ol birth and the giving of nourishment.

Now what I love in women is, they won’t / Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it / So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

Alas! the love of Women! it is known / To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

Woman is determined not by her hormones or by mysterious instincts, but by the manner in which her body and her relation to the world are modified through the action of others than herself.

Here’s to woman! Would that we could fall into her arms without falling into her hands.