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“Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless â€� one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her."

(Letter, 17 June 1837)”
― George Sand, The Intimate Journal

“As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

“Mistresses, have you ever noticed that when we disagree with a male â€� I hesitate to say ‘manâ€� â€� or find ourselves in a position over males, the first comment they make is always about our reputations or our monthlies?â€�

One of the new women snorted. Others snickered.

Kel looked at the man, who was momentarily speechless. “If I disagree with you, should I place blame on the misworkings of your manhood? Or do I refrain from so serious an insultâ€� â€� she made a face â€� “far more serious, of course, than your hint that I am a whore. Because my mother taught me courtesy, I only suggest that my monthlies will come long after your hair has escaped your head entirely.”
― Tamora Pierce, Lady Knight

“He had heard her say, so many times, that a society that approved of making abortion illegal was a society that approved of violence against women; that making abortion illegal was simply a sanctimonious, self-righteous form of violence against women- it was just another way of legalizing violence against women, Nurse Caroline would say.”
― John Irving, The Cider House Rules

“At its best fashion is a game. But for women it's a compulsory game, like net ball, and you can't get out of it by faking your period. I know I have tried. And so for a woman every outfit is a hopeful spell, cast to influence the outcome of the day. An act of trying to predict your fate, like looking at your horoscope. No wonder there are so many fashion magazines. No wonder the fashion industry is worth an estimated 900 billion dollars a year. No wonder every woman's first thought is, for nearly every event in her life, be it work, snow or birth. The semi-despairing cry of "but what will I wear?" Because when a woman says I have nothing to wear, what she really means is there is nothing here for who I am supposed to be today.”
― Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman

“Repression is a seamless garment; a society which is authoritarian in its social and sexual codes, which crushes its women beneath the intolerable burdens of honour and propriety, breeds repressions of other kinds as well.”
― Salman Rushdie, Shame

“But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to me”
― Ian McEwan, In Between the Sheets

“Now say, have women worth, or have they none?
Or had they some, but with our Queen is’t gone?
Nay Masculines, you have thus tax’d us long,
But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong.
Let such as say our sex is void of reason
Know ‘tis a slander now, but once was treason."
(In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth)”
― Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet

“These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men.”
― Ian Fleming, Casino Royale

“Inside the (Domestic) Sphere women did things which weren't too demanding like childcare, scrubbing the floor, washing the sheets and curtains, sewing on buttons, and coalmining.”
― Jacky Fleming, The Trouble With Women

“A few days before finals, I sat for an hour with my friend Josh in an empty classroom. He was reviewing his applications for law school. I was choosing my courses for the next semester.

"If you were a woman," I asked, "would you still study law?"

Josh didn't look up. "If I were a woman," he said, "I wouldn't *want* to study it."

"But you've talked about nothing except law school for as long as I've known you," I said. "It's your dream, isn't it?"

"It is," he admitted. "But it wouldn't be if I were a woman. Women are made differently. They don't have this ambition. Their ambition is for children." He smiled at me as if knew what he was talking about. And I did. I smile, and for a few seconds we were in agreement.

Then: "But what if you were a woman, and somehow you felt exactly as you do now?"

Josh's eyes fixed on the wall for a moment. He was really thinking about it. Then he said, "I'd know something was wrong with me.”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“[At the British Museum] For it is a perennial puzzle why no woman wrote a word [in the time of Shakespeare] when every other man, it seemed, was capable of song or sonnet. What were the conditions in which women lived, I asked myself; (...)
[In] Professor Trevelyan's History of England [one can read that] wife-beating [or daughter-beating] was a recognized right of man (...) [A woman] could hardly read, could scarcely spell, and was the property of her husband [or father].
Here I am asking why women did not write poetry in the Elisabethan age, and I am not sure how they were educated; whether they were taught to write; whether they had sitting-rooms to themselves; how many women had children before they were 21; what, in short, they did from eight in the morning till eight at night. They had no money evidently; (...) they were married whether they liked it or not (...) at fifteen or sixteen very likely... [Under these circumstances] It would have been extremely odd (...) for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.
(...)
When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet (...). Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anom, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. (...) And undoubtedly, I thought, looking at the shelf where there are no plays by women, her work would have gone unsigned. That refuge she would have sought certainly.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“The wife swiftly gathered her daughter in her arms. She shook off her son, who was still clinging to his sister's leg trying to drink her blood, and made a dash for the door. She was blocked by her husband. He needed his daughter's body if he were to get more blood from his son's. He couldn't let her leave with the source of his gold.”
― Bora Chung, Cursed Bunny

“Women, like wolves, have long been faulted, not only for crossing the boundaries made by others, but for lacking boundaries themselves. For being too loud, too big, too scattered, a problem to solve.”
― Erica Berry, Wolfish: Wolf, Self, and the Stories We Tell About Fear

“I'm gitting tired of Harpo, she say. All he think about since us married is how to make me mind. He don't want a wife, he want a dog.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“Sooner or later you end up making deals with women. It's an injustice, really.”
― Patricia Nell Warren

“I'm wearing a French maid's outfit because this bunch of misogynistic homophobes thinks that the most humiliating thing you can do to a guy is put him in a skirt and call him a woman. And instead of telling them to fuck off, that if I wanted to wear drag, I'd do it fucking proudly, I'm letting them win.”
― Lisa Henry, Mark Cooper versus America

“It seems to me that the woman who saves the sickly child by her skill is called a witch, and the one who cannot save the child who is destined to die is also called the same. Success or failure, a woman of power is always prey to suspicion.”
― Mahvesh Murad, The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories

“I'm getting tired of Harpo, she say. All he think about since us married is how to make me mind. He don't want a wife, he want a dog.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“Being unmarried in a man’s world was such a hassle that anything had to be better. Marriage was better. But not much. Damned clever, I thought, how men had made life so intolerable for single women that most would gladly embrace even bad marriages instead.”
― Erica Jong, Fear of Flying

“I'm gitting tired of Harpo, she say. All he think about since us married is how to make me mind. He don't want a wifw, he want a dog.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“Killer walked up to Tatum, and glared into her face, ‘She was a virgin. Virgins always cry.â€� He looked for any sign of recognition from her, but Tatum held her reaction in check.”
― Jim Lowe, New Reform

“There’s plenty to be said when folk run to the defendant’s side with “leave him alone, he was acquittedâ€� when a woman is the victim, but wouldn’t dare utter those words when a man is.”
― Darnell Lamont Walker

“Pleasing a man is not about what you do, it’s about who you are.”
― Lebo Grand

“If you think you have to do something to please a man, you probably already don’t like your life as much. Pleasing a man isn’t supposed to be on a TO-DO list because it is a “NATURAL OUTCOMEâ€� when you’re a woman who’s learnt how to be in touch with her sensuality and enjoys living her own life.”
― Lebo Grand

“What do women want at that time of the month?" He clapped his hands together. "We have the answer."
"Oh yes, please," Daisy muttered. "Mansplain to us what we want at that time of the month."
"We've done some preliminary market research," Brad said. "Women want to feel excited about pulling out a box of menstrual products each month, something to distract them from the unpleasant side effects." He clicked to a slide of a woman standing on a beach with a huge smile on her face and a box of pads in her hand.
Unpleasant side effects. Daisy choked back a snort.
"This is our vision." Brad's next slide featured a woman with long blond hair, dressed only in a piece of pink chiffon, straddling an unsaddled white horse with a pink horn attached to its head. Ribbons fluttering from its mane, the horse galloped through a field of flowers toward a rainbow in a purple sky.
Is he serious? Mia mouthed.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Jessica Kim was one of them. A damn shame, she was one of those Asian worker-bee types. Always here past midnight. I heard she worked on Christmas. A real numbers whiz."
"True, but she wasn't the best fit for client services. At her level, she needed to be a thinker, not a doer. I know this sounds crass, but her clothes never fit. They were a little too baggy for may taste."
"Maybe you should have paid her more so she could hire a tailor."
Laughter.
"Wasn't she already being overpaid anyway, especially for a female associate?"
My stomach lurched. I'd heard enough. My sadness vortexed into pure rage as I stomped over to them.
"I gave blood, sweat, and tears for this company." I growled and pointed at Robert, my former group director. "You begged me to cover for you if your wife called when you were wining and dining that female client last year."
Robert's face reddened. "But you didn't. I'm going through a divorce now."
I went down the line to the next asshole. "Shaun, you tried to expense your escapade at a strip club by saying it was my birthday dinner and HR thought I was in on the scam. And Dan, you transposed all those numbers on the deal sheet and I caught them just before they were sent out, remember? You could have been fired for that, especially for showing up to work high. I went above and beyond for you. I saved your ass."
Their jaws dropped. No, they weren't going to schmooze their way out of this one.
"I know what you're thinking. How dare she say these things to us? She's just bitter because she was let go. Well, it's partly true. I'm bitter because I've wasted seven years of my life at this company that turned around and stabbed me in the back. If I wasn't leadership material, why didn't a female mentor coach me? Oh right, because there aren't any female execs here. But thank you, sincerely, for the wake-up-call. Now I can take my bonuses and severance and do something better with my time rather than covering for you and making you all richer.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“Without magic how could a modern woman understand men who had lived so long ago?”
― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches

“Young women get to date who they want while men date who they can but when they get older men marry who they want and women marry who they can.”
― drew afualo

“One of the most dangerous classes in the world,' said he, 'is the drifting and friendless woman. She is the most harmless and often the most useful of mortals, but she is the inevitable inciter of crime in others. She is helpless. She is migratory. She has sufficient means to take her from country to country and from hotel to hotel. She is lost, as often as not, in a maze of obscure pensions and boarding-houses. She is a stray chicken in a world of foxes. When she is gobbled up she is hardly missed. I much fear that some evil has come to the Lady Frances Carfax.'

I was relieved at this sudden descent from the general to the particular.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, His Last Bow