Aries Woman Quotes

Everyone wants a strong woman until she actually stands up, flexes her muscles, projects her voice Suddenly, she is too much. She has forgotten her place. You love those women as ideas, fantasies Not as breathing, living humans threatening to be even better than you could ever be.

In transition? What kind of a Mexican mother are you?” “I’m an educated woman. That doesn’t un-Mexicanize me, Ari.

Sleep: the moon still hasn't moved the width of a constellation since you were a girl. Since you have become a woman, the stars that stand above the halls of Palladios have not yet disappeared behind the domes of San Marco. But only since then has the world become the world.

Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us different people - I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels, and you... you are not your white cloak, ser.

For example, consider the importance of insincere compliments. We all know the gold standard of white lies, in which a woman who is less than svelte puts on a slinky new dress and asks her husband, “Do I look fat in this?” The man does a quick cost-benefit analysis; he sees his whole life pass before his eyes if he answers with the brutal truth. So he tells her, “Darling, you look beautiful.” Another evening (marriage) saved.

Every man [and woman] … lives by exchanging, or becomes in some measure a merchant, and the society itself grows to be what is properly a commercial society.

I've never felt anything like it. I usually have trouble..." "Coming?" "Well, yes, I mean, it's fine by myself. But hard. At other times. With people. But this time it wasn't... difficult." "Well, great. He's had a lot of practice." "Don't be mean." "I'm not, but you want me to act like great sex is the end of the world." It is the end of the world, I thought. "No. But it feels big. I can't explain it, I feel, womanly or something." "You think it's womanly to get fucked?" She had her clawed tones out and I retreated. "I don't want to argue about gender theory. I just feel like something real happened. And I wanted someone to talk to about it. Like a friend." "Let me guess," she said, tapping the spoon against the tablecloth. "He beat you up a little bit, called you a slut, and you thought that was really edgy, another spoiled white girl who wants to get slapped around because she always got everything she wanted." "Fuck, Ari." I shook my head. "It must be hard. To have already sized up the world, to already have written it off completely. Is it just so fucking boring all the time?" "Pretty much, Skip." "I would rather be called a slut by him than deal with the shit I get from the women here." I picked up my bowl. "Also, you're fucking white. By the way. And you don't get a medal for being gay.

Suddenly a chef burst into the dining room, charging toward our table. Two of his coworkers were trying to restrain him. Phil Fiermonte and I got up, as though ready for a physical confrontation. Then we heard what he was saying. Though most of it was still hard to make out, one line was clear: “She was a beautiful woman, and she went to China to help people, and you destroyed her. YOU DESTROYED HILLARY.” At this point, his coworkers dragged him back to the kitchen. Bernie remained sitting calmly at the table, and said, “Well, I guess Hillary had one supporter in West Virginia.

I’m Rain Low. Wild child. Aries woman. I surrender to no one.

Nothing seems to fit anymore. I can’t be Aristos, but I don’t think I’m Aris either. I don’t know who I am.” She was lost. Dianthe grabbed her knee. “You are a woman who gave up everything to defend her dominion. You are a flyer.” Aris

I am Hellhammer!” shouted a giant, imposing man in black armor. “And I’m Heckmallet,” said a petite woman with a squeaky voice.

nashi no hana / tsuki ni fumi yomu / onna ari A woman Reading a letter by moonlight Pear blossoms.

Ever seen Xena? Wonder Woman? Weird Science? Yeah. He wants a mythical creature.

A woman must be a diamond for her husband and gold for other men because gold is forbidden for men while diamond illuminates he who takes it.

In the story, The Alchemist, a young Shepard named Santiago went looking for treasure. He traveled the world to fulfill his Personal Legend. On his way, he meets and falls in love with a beautiful and exotic woman named Fatima." “He says to her, ‘So I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.’ Noah and Arie, I can assure you that like Santiago and Fatima, the universe conspired to help you two find each other." “I wish you a lifetime of more love than anyone could dream of and more happiness than the grains of sand on earth.

Leila suddenly felt as if there was a great physical distance between her and this girl. She saw this serene young woman sitting there: it was like a visualisation of what Ari was to become. She smiled at her and shook her head. The aroman and smoke of the incense seemed to have moved the primitive tent to a new continuum. I am looking at a goddess, Leila thought.

She spoke to a woman whose strong, charismatic presence proclaimed her a noteworthy force within this group. The motivators were always easy to spot. The woman was tall, with a fierce, beautiful face, her functional khaki clothes draped with bright, fringed shawls. Ari was entranced by this dashing creature who stroke from menhir to menhir, running her long, strong fingers over the circuits, her thick, red hair wrapped up in a colourful scarf.

She told that same friend something Ari used to say, an aphorism some might’ve found offensive but which Jackie thought was clever, if cynical. “He used to say, ‘A woman is like the world,’” she recalled. “‘At twenty years of age, she’s like Africa, semi-explored. At thirty, she’s India, warm, mature and mysterious. At forty, she’s America, technically perfect, but superficial because, deep down, she’s troubled. At fifty, she’s Europe, completely and utterly in ruins. And at sixty, she’s Siberia. Everyone knows where she is, but no one wants to go to her.’ After we had a good laugh, I made him promise to tell me that story every ten years,” Jackie concluded. She added, “I’m fifty now and, I guess, completely and utterly in ruins.