Sugar Spice And Everything Nice Quotes

Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which encourages them not to be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse." "You get all that from a pink Onesie?" Leah said after a moment.

She's a baby," Maggie told me. "Babies wear pastels." "Says who?" I asked. ... "Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which engourages them to not be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse.

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse.

He looks like sugar and spice and everything not so nice, sleep rumpled and flushed in my bed.

​As a little girl, a woman is groomed to become a wife and a mother. She is trained to always make wise decisions, yet there will forever be limits and boundaries. As I look back, I remember being told what I could and could not do, simply because I was a girl. A little girl is told she cannot act like a boy; if she does, she will be classified as a “tomboy”. Climbing trees was prohibited, instead, she was taught to put a baby doll in a stroller and take the doll for a walk. She couldn’t sit as she pleased; she was told to only sit with her ankles crossed. Girls were given a kitchen playset that was equipped with a stove, sink, and an accessory set of play food dishes, pots, and pans, etc., along with a tea set to bring out the “elegance” in them. As the saying goes, “Girls are sugar and spice, and everything nice.” I’m taken aback by how girls are groomed to be a certain way; however, boys are able to love life and live freely without limitations and criticism.

Some girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Some are made of venom and sin. When you open the chambers to their hearts, you’ll find—absolutely nothing within.

No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.

Little girls are always more powerful than people think we are. People think we’re sweet, precious things, all sugar and spice and everything nice, but we’ve got iron and steel in us, too.

Girls mature faster than boys, cost more to raise, and statistics show that the old saw about girls not knowing about money and figures is a myth. Girls start to outspend boys before puberty—and they manage to maintain this lead until death or an ugly credit manager, whichever comes first. Males are born with a closed fist. Girls are born with the left hand cramped in a position the size of an American Express card. Whenever a girl sees a sign reading, “Sale, Going Out of Business, Liquidation,” saliva begins to form in her mouth, the palms of her hands perspire and the pituitary gland says, “Go, Mama.” In the male, it is quite a different story. He has a gland that follows a muscle from the right arm down to the base of his billfold pocket. It's called “cheap.” Girls can slam a door louder, beg longer, turn tears on and off like a faucet, and invented the term, “You don't trust me.” So much for “sugar and spice and everything nice” and “snips and snails and puppydog tails.

Hobbes tells Calvin that he's heard girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, while boys are made of snips, snails, and puppy dog tails.  Calvin asks what tigers are made of.  Hobbes tells him dragonflies, katydids, but mostly chewed-up little kids.  Calvin doesn't think that's very funny.

To my two sweet daughters Dedicated to my well behaved children For my girls, for never fighting To my daughters, who never slam doors Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of For not blasting your music while I’m trying to write Presented to my children who always listen For Grace and Sarah, I love you tons.

But Mia pointed out that the rhyme says that’s what little girls are made of, while

boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog’s tails. Katie’s

(Note to self: have Jake annoy me before my modeling appointment on Wednesday

When women don’t assert themselves properly and instead let others walk all over them, they resent it, either consciously or unconsciously, and stockpile unexpressed angry feelings. Those resentful feelings that weren’t expressed in the original situation will tumble out and be expressed indirectly in other situations, leading to unpredictable explosions over minor annoyances or to subtle, passive-aggressive expressions [...] any woman who believes that Christians should be “sugar and spice and everything nice” 24/7 is going to build up an imposing stockpile of simmering anger. And that festering resentment is rocket fuel for passive-aggressive responses

Peyton is every man’s wet dream. She’s sugar, spice, and everything nice…until she’s not. Until she’s a fucking hellcat, a troublemaker in a beautifully strong package. She’s all curves and muscle, with a filthy fucking mouth and an even better mind.

For a woman who claimed to be anything but girly, she sure smelled like sugar and spice and everything nice.

Emotion and chocolate are a lot alike: Too much and you can get downright sick, too little and the world might as well end (that is, if you like chocolate as much as I do). We women are emotional creatures! Little girls may be made of "sugar and spice and everything nice"; but let enough time go by, and that recipe is sure to ferment into some sort of emotion.

Do you know what vibe I get about you?” He ran his nose up the side of my throat, and I clenched my thighs even as my mouth went dry. “That I’m sugar and spice… and everything nice?” Where the hell that came from, I had no idea, but laughter sparked in his eyes. Dangling over the precipice, I savored the anticipation of the fall. “You’re far too spicy for that, Little Bit. You’re sharp and tart and positively dangerous to my equilibrium and probably my sanity.

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Sugar and spice And everything nice. A spell to soothe a bad temper, requiring a pinch of sugar & spring sunshine

She wanted to teach the justices that the very notion of “sugar and spice and everything nice” limited the opportunities and aspirations of their daughters. One way to do that was to show how seemingly benign gender classifications harmed men as well as women.