For a long time, I used to think that I had a man’s brain that I thought more like a man than a woman. But now I’ve come to realise that whatever it is I do think like, it’s not like men; because men don’t really think like men, they think like boys.
A true gentleman is one that apologizes anyways, even though he has not offended a lady intentionally. He is in a class all of his own because he knows the value of a woman’s heart.
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
I feel that ocean contains tears of mother earth,
that mourns over terrible great sin done by men.
You really work in those conditions?
Life is not a competition between men and woman. It is a collaboration.
Women tend to act heroically within their own moral universe, regardless of whether anyone else knows about it – donating more kidneys to nonrelatives than men do, for example. Men, on the other hand, are far more likely to risk their lives at a moment’s notice, and that reaction is particularly strong when others are watching, or when they are part of a group.
Never go to another woman about your woman. Not unless you want an insidious form of advice.
He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.
I think that’s what Toni Morrison and Alice Walker understand, the secret language of women. That it’s not a secret at all; men just don’t know how to listen.