Femininity Quotes

“I'm not really into make-up or jewellery or anything, but I feel like... the only reason I'm not is because everyone expect you to be, as a girl, y'know? Like, whenever I put it on, I'm so aware of how I'm supposed to be wearing it. It kind of ruins the whole experience.”
― Caroline O'Donoghue, All Our Hidden Gifts

“It was obvious in them too that love had gone through them: that is, the physical experience. It is curious what a subtle but unmistakable transmutation it makes, both in the body of men and women: the woman more blooming, more subtly rounded, her young angularities softened, and her expression either anxious or triumphant: the man much quieter, more inward, the very shapes of his shoulders and his buttocks less assertive, more hesitant.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“From a FEMININE woman to a SENSUAL woman is a whole other conversation. The latter is about putting your MORE skin in the game not because you NEED to but because you DESIRE to.”
― Lebo Grand

“The feminine continues to be a form of currency, to be traded for money or gender status: undeserving of emotional investment in itself.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“I had my hair then. Now, there's nothing left that makes me a girl, except for the fact that I am one. But I guess that's not enough.”
― M.E. Girard, Girl Mans Up

“fBy living up to their calling, women will succeed in guaranteeing a proper recognition of the unique value of femininity and its crucial mission in the world.”
― Alice von Hildebrand, The Privilege of Being a Woman

“I'm a desert woman, and I'm proud of that. I want my husband to wander as free as the wind that shapes the dunes. And, if I have to, I will accept the fact that he has become a part of the clouds, and the animals, and the water of the desert.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only fortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matter. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“And a woman had to yield. A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child be would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasing connection. But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have a power over him. For she only had to hold herself back in sexual intercourse, and let him finish and expend himself without herself coming into crisis: and then she could prolong the connection and achieve her orgasm and her crisis while he was merely her tool.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“She danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart.”
― Guy de Maupassant, The Necklace

“I think that the old-young polarization and the male-female polarization are perhaps the two leading stereotypes that imprison people. The values associated with youth and with masculinity are considered to be the human norms, and anything else is taken to be at least less worthwhile or inferior.”
― Susan Sontag

“Never fear, protecting my womb from Gothic novels is my first priority.”
― Shannon Hale, Midnight in Austenland

“He really liked her—especially the way her femininity stimulated him. Alejandra was the type of girl that never let a boy entirely have her. If his lips tried to go for a random peck, she would turn the opposite way and smile a “no.” They would be seated at a restaurant and her peppy, shy voice would say, “Thank you for taking me here, but don’t expect anything.” He felt like he had her slippery heart in his hands, but never held it—instead her heart levitated, floating a few centimeters above his twitching fingertips, shining like a fickle disco ball, magnetized in the air by Alejandra’s masterfully crafted tension. She perfected this practice and learned it from her older sister. Except Alejandra felt that she was not as intelligent or gorgeous as other women, and that this prowess was all she had.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“From a FEMININE woman to a SENSUAL woman is a whole other conversation. The latter is about putting MORE skin in the game not because you NEED to but because you DESIRE to.”
― Lebo Grand

“From a FEMININE woman to a SENSUAL woman is a whole other conversation. The latter is about putting MORE skin in the game, not because you NEED to but because you DESIRE to.”
― Lebo Grand

“These associations, between childbirth and feminine effacement, and between feminine silencing and violence, would, for the first time, become imprinted on the subconscious in relation to birth, creating, in place of passionate and proud attachment, a terror-based antipathy between mother and child, and between the feminine and its biology.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“The inferiority of the feminine has always been predicated on its overtly mammalian nature.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“The culturally facilitated association of femininity with masochism was celebrated during the Psychedelic Revolution.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“During the Psychedelic Revolution, eroticised violence towards the feminine not only became normalized, but was also presented as the ideal.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“We need a woman’s sensuality so that we might not die from social constructions of reality.”
― Lebo Grand

“A woman’s sensuality far surpasses all the functional aspects that, traditionally, were meant to confine her.”
― Lebo Grand

“Using a menstrual cup is like having your
hand go to war.”
― Allene vanOirschot, Daddy's Little Girl: A Father's Prayer

“For [the Mother Goddess,] loving, dying, and being emasculated are the same thing.”
― Erich Neumann, The Great Mother: An Analysis of the Archetype

“I hear Martha's voice often as I walk along the beach. And others' too--Lily, Val, Kyla. I sometimes think I've swallowed every woman I ever knew. My head is full of voices. They blend with the wind and the sea as I walk the beach, as if they were disembodied forces of nature, a tornado whirling around me. I feel as if I were a medium and a whole host of departed spirits has descended on me clamoring to be let out.”
― Marilyn French, The Women's Room

“Sports — like soccer, athletics and boxing — bring out the women in men. Their time of productivity is very limited.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“Ajatus jäi sanomatta. Menneet olivat menneitã, turha niillä oli itseään vaivata. Nainen oli kuitenkin mukautuva kappale, joka asettui sille paikalle joka hänelle annettin. Hän venyi ja taipui ja muokkautui vaimoksi ja äidiksikin, kasvoi sielusta, sisältä, joka puolelta. Hän antoi myöten kuin rannan paju mutta oli myös yhtä sitkeä. Hän versoi ja kasvoi ja kurottui sellaiseen, johon hänen ei uskottu yltävän, täytti vaaditut roolit ja ylitti ne. Sitä paitsi anteeksianto oli vaikeaa, mutta hän oli onnistunut siinä.”
― Minna Rytisalo, Rouva C.

“Throughout the years, the ugly boy had lost belief in the practicality of love. He argued there would always be a better version of a man somewhere in the world and thus, no sound reason for a woman to commit to one. Plus, he believed, there was nothing to a woman—they did not love. They chose men for certain seasons and focused to enjoy life above all, in all its grandeur, intentionally saving sincerity for the end—once they were finished. How can men with eyes not sink into depression? And if a woman ever welcomed a man as a companion, she always smelled his feelings, which were gratifying and advantageous to her, and rosily sipped a man’s glad spring of generosity until she was satiated. Andrei saw a woman’s timeline and in response, froze his heart dry and hammered it to pieces. Steel or emptiness—these were the only two available armors available and adequate to withstand the ephemeral nature of women, who he regarded not as individual people, but as a collective entity of superficial vampires. So he promised himself he’d never woo the dead.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“He eyed her fingernails, painted bright blue. Her wrists smelled like peppermint and she said her name was “Stella.” Andrei was impressed by her femininity, the subject of which was a dangerous thing. When some men are exposed to a certain kind of woman, they become so absolutely entranced by their iridescence that they would do anything to be around them for longer. Lie. Linger. Kill. It was a pure, wild attraction, that started from a collarbone, that would make a man agree to rip out his tooth if only to hear a woman talk again. Lastly, she had these devilish eyes exclusive to brown and only ever sometimes encountered. Those types of eyes were so dark they had death in them, but were framed with such sweet, narrow eyelids that took death, swirled it in a sizzling adorableness, and communicated a dangerous, impatient capability for sex. It seduced men throughout history—what lived behind the mischievous, delicate, hickory fire.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“Beautiful people were led to think their beauty needed to go somewhere. On a person’s phone. In a magazine. Outwards. Why do anything with it? Maybe all the models on runways loved it, but maybe most just walked in because they fit inside the doors. Here was a pretty man who did not share himself and very much could have. It was rare to meet someone with that kind of jaw, sweet eyes, and those arms, who did not fall into modeling or influencing. There was magic in this. Lorenzo inadvertently alchemized his reserve into a valuable currency: the only time someone could see his beauty was if they were in the same room he was in or if they heard about it from someone who was there. Lorenzo had planted a kind of beauty in the world not captured by a camera, but a beauty that passed through and could only ever be run into.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost

“The actor blinked, hurt. He felt that chilly world of duplicity— having been given her benevolence and now her indifference. Few things burned men as much as the cold side of a woman that was once warm. They’d had her once, right in their hands, but now that woman had insensibly disappeared. Will I ever know her again? What have I done? God, how she flipped her warmth altogether like a switch! I hate not knowing her anymore, he thought. The actor tried to meet her eyes, but accepted from her composure she would not be kindled.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost