Quotes Tagged "men-and-women"

Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.

Men who drink herbal teas are seldom serial killers.

If the world were a logical place, men would ride sidesaddle.

Outside every thin girl is a fat man, trying to get in.

You know who must be very secure in their masculinity? Male ladybugs.

I want to know why, if men rule the world, they don't stop wearing neckties.

There are more men than women in mental hospitals - which just goes to show who's driving who crazy.

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.

There will never be a good time, financially, to get married, unless you're Shaq or Ray Romano. But somehow people manage. If your man is using money as an excuse not to marry you, it's your relationship that's insecure, not his bank account.

The difference between the love of a man and the love of a woman is that a man will always give reasons for loving, but a woman gives no reasons for loving.

Let me give you a tip on a clue to men's characters: the man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it.

Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.

Basically, all women are nurturers and healers, and all men are mental patients to varying degrees.

He - and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly.

Ladies! I encourage you NOT to be so easily flattered by what a man has. Be flattered by his strength, courage, integrity, and character as a man. Be impressed by his ability to be honest, faithful, loving, and respectful to you. Be impressed because he can communicate and openly express his feelings. Be impressed because he’s got confidence, direction, and purpose in his life. Be impressed because he’s a quality man, NOT a fine man. Real Talk!

a wise woman puts a grain of sugar in everything she says to a man, and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better reason for being alive.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

I love being aroused. I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.