A woman has a right to protect herself – any way she can.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
She's a woman one could easily fall in love with.
A woman was sitting alone by the fire.
I'm not against a woman having a job, as long as she sticks to work meant for women.
The woman screamed piercingly.
Anyway, what's so terrible about a woman wearing pants?
Then a woman has to do the best she can on her own.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
Adrienne waited for the woman to go on.
I suppose I shall have many such battles with the little woman before she learns the only two essential things I can teach her, obedience and love.
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
"Surely," the woman answered, repeating her low, rippling laughter.
"Where do you come from, then?" asked the woman, in a curious tone.
The woman answered, "All travelers are welcome for the sake of one; and you are welcome"
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
The Woman Soul leads us upward and on!
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
The mother is a physician and a brilliant woman, he says.
I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.
A soldier was driving, and a woman enveloped in shawls sat behind the apron under the leather hood of the vehicle.
"He's a male," Alex snapped, "and the fact that a woman is already married doesn't discourage him.
You're an interesting woman, Lisa.
She'd be willing to bet the woman was as hard nosed in her sleep.
"All right," the woman continued.
"You!" cried the woman in great surprise.
A woman rushed out and seeing Prince Andrew stopped, hesitating on the threshold.
Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
A tall, beautiful woman with a mass of plaited hair and much exposed plump white shoulders and neck, round which she wore a double string of large pearls, entered the adjoining box rustling her heavy silk dress and took a long time settling into her place.
Beside Petya stood a peasant woman, a footman, two tradesmen, and a discharged soldier.
Several times on glancing that way he noticed behind that door a plump, rosy, handsome woman in a pink dress with a lilac silk kerchief on her head, holding a dish and evidently awaiting the entrance of the commander-in-chief.
The three great sorrows of his life held his attention in particular: his love for a woman, his father's death, and the French invasion which had overrun half Russia.
This woman, swaying to and fro and muttering something, was choking with sobs.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"Now," the woman rasped.
He is a son of Marya Ivanovna Dolokhova, such a worthy woman, but there, just fancy!
A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
The old woman, lowering her eyes but casting side glances at the newcomers, had turned her cup upside down and placed a nibbled bit of sugar beside it, and sat quietly in her armchair, though hoping to be offered another cup of tea.
All were silent, only the pilgrim woman went on in measured tones, drawing in her breath.
"Lord Jesus Christ!" exclaimed the pilgrim woman, crossing herself.
Napoleon himself had noticed her in the theater and said of her: "C'est un superbe animal." * Her success as a beautiful and elegant woman did not surprise Pierre, for she had become even handsomer than before.
* (2) "Of a charming woman, as witty as she is lovely."
(He referred to the masonic gloves given to a newly initiated Brother to present to the woman he loved.)
There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Theodosia, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains.
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broadly built, energetic woman wearing spectacles, sat in the drawing room in a loose dress, surrounded by her daughters whom she was trying to keep from feeling dull.
There was no need to say more: Julie's face shone with triumph and self- satisfaction; but she forced Boris to say all that is said on such occasions--that he loved her and had never loved any other woman more than her.
They sang together and everyone in the theater began clapping and shouting, while the man and woman on the stage--who represented lovers-- began smiling, spreading out their arms, and bowing.
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven, but I didn't say I could forgive her.
What would have seemed difficult or even impossible to another woman did not cause the least embarrassment to Countess Bezukhova, who evidently deserved her reputation of being a very clever woman.
Sonya felt that this was true: that the only possibility of retrieving the Rostovs' affairs was by Nicholas marrying a rich woman, and that the princess was a good match.
He said that in all his life he had loved and still loved only one woman, and that she could never be his.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
On the ground, beside the trunks, sat a thin woman no longer young, with long, prominent upper teeth, and wearing a black cloak and cap.
As soon as she saw Pierre, the woman almost threw herself at his feet.
From the expression of his animated face the woman saw that this man might help her.
Involuntarily he noticed a Georgian or Armenian family consisting of a very handsome old man of Oriental type, wearing a new, cloth- covered, sheepskin coat and new boots, an old woman of similar type, and a young woman.
That very young woman seemed to Pierre the perfection of Oriental beauty, with her sharply outlined, arched, black eyebrows and the extraordinarily soft, bright color of her long, beautiful, expressionless face.
She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, and looked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eyes at the ground before her.
"He says 'a woman,' and Mary Nikolievna is a lady," remarked a house serf.
They went inside the garden when these wolves swooped down, said the woman, pointing to the French soldiers.
While Pierre was running the few steps that separated him from the Frenchman, the tall marauder in the frieze gown was already tearing from her neck the necklace the young Armenian was wearing, and the young woman, clutching at her neck, screamed piercingly.
"Let that woman alone!" exclaimed Pierre hoarsely in a furious voice, seizing the soldier by his round shoulders and throwing him aside.
"What does that woman want?" asked the officer.
Oh, she is certainly the most charming woman in the world, she went on, with a smile at her own enthusiasm.
Nicholas suddenly felt a desire and need to tell his most intimate thoughts (which he would not have told to his mother, his sister, or his friend) to this woman who was almost a stranger.
Pierre answered that he "was protecting a woman," and that "to protect a woman who was being insulted was the duty of every man; that..."
'Michael,' he says, 'come here and bow down to his feet; and you, young woman, you bow down too; and you, grandchildren, also bow down before him!
What concern was it of his that somewhere or other that woman was leading the life she preferred?
A woman with a baby, and not bad-looking either!
Morel, a short sturdy Frenchman with inflamed and streaming eyes, was wearing a woman's cloak and had a shawl tied woman fashion round his head over his cap.
The idea of marrying some rich woman, which was suggested to him by his female relations, was repugnant to him.
"She is a very admirable and excellent young woman," said she, "and you must go and call on her.
She is a very admirable young woman and you always liked her, but now suddenly you have got some notion or other in your head.
"You can see the woman in her already," she said in French, pointing to little Natasha.
She had grown stouter and broader, so that it was difficult to recognize in this robust, motherly woman the slim, lively Natasha of former days.
To such an extent had Natasha let herself go that the way she dressed and did her hair, her ill-chosen words, and her jealousy--she was jealous of Sonya, of the governess, and of every woman, pretty or plain- -were habitual subjects of jest to those about her.
She is like a mad woman when you are away.
You are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.
I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.
In fact, at the party he had spent an unnecessary amount of time with the woman he almost married – and hadn't even introduced her.
A middle-aged woman entered the room, her hands full of hamburger meat as she formed a patty.
You're the kind of woman he needs - someone who will stand up to him and yet understand his moods.
It sounded more like something a woman would think of.
The woman stared at her for a moment.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
In no place does it say a woman shouldn't wear pants.
Don't you know people talk about a woman who spends weeks out here with men - and men start to get ideas.
Cassie, a woman as good looking as you should be used to saying no.
Sounds like a good job for a woman, doesn't it?
You haven't asked me what a woman is doing out here driving a wagon.
She could wear men's clothes and crack that whip all she wanted, but she was still a woman at heart - and he knew it.
Anywhere was better than living with that no-good woman chasing, land grabbing thing that called himself a father.
This was exactly why they didn't want a woman along.
What would happen when an equally good-looking woman tempted him?
A gray haired woman with long braids and no teeth jerked on Cassie's pants leg.
The old woman spoke to one of the younger women.
An old prospector told me about a woman he met in Ashley.
The woman gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes and shook her head.
If she hadn't witnessed his exchange with the woman earlier, she would have been certain he was disappointed.
She glanced at the woman seated across from her and caught her breath.
It was the woman from the saloon.
The woman smiled, creating an attractive dimple at the corner of her mouth.
The woman laughed softly.
The woman stuck out her hand.
A woman has no greater enemy than a so-called 'decent' woman.
Judging by the conversation she had overheard yesterday between Darcie and Bordeaux, the woman had lived through quite an experience of her own.
The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy.
Liberty is a gigantic figure of a woman in Greek draperies, holding in her right hand a torch....
I was surprised to find Mrs. Keller a very young-looking woman, not much older than myself, I should think.
After supper we go to my room and do all sorts of things until eight, when I undress the little woman and put her to bed.
Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.
And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.
As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect--the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth--seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty.
Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly.
"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.
But tie yourself up with a woman and, like a chained convict, you lose all freedom!
The countess was a woman of about forty-five, with a thin Oriental type of face, evidently worn out with childbearing--she had had twelve.
A tall, stout, and proud-looking woman, with a round-faced smiling daughter, entered the drawing room, their dresses rustling.
Assuming quite the pose of a society woman (heaven knows when and where she had learned it) she talked with her partner, fanning herself and smiling over the fan.
Yes; if I have a sin, a great sin, it is hatred of that vile woman! almost shrieked the princess, now quite changed.
But think, Andrew: for a young society woman to be buried in the country during the best years of her life, all alone--for Papa is always busy, and I... well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a woman used to the best society.
A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
* "Woman is man's companion."
Prince Andrew rode up and was just putting his question to a soldier when his attention was diverted by the desperate shrieks of the woman in the vehicle.
Don't you see it's a woman? said Prince Andrew riding up to the officer.
Yes, I am a woman who may belong to anyone--to you too, said her glance.
He had merely understood that the woman he had known as a child, of whom when her beauty was mentioned he had said absent-mindedly: "Yes, she's good looking," he had understood that this woman might belong to him.
Into the insignificant, trifling, and artificial interests uniting that society had entered the simple feeling of the attraction of a healthy and handsome young man and woman for one another.
Of course, she, a handsome young woman without any definite position, without relations or even a country, did not intend to devote her life to serving Prince Bolkonski, to reading aloud to him and being friends with Princess Mary.
Anna Mikhaylovna, practical woman that she was, had even managed by favor with army authorities to secure advantageous means of communication for herself and her son.
Rostov looked inimically at Pierre, first because Pierre appeared to his hussar eyes as a rich civilian, the husband of a beauty, and in a word--an old woman; and secondly because Pierre in his preoccupation and absent-mindedness had not recognized Rostov and had not responded to his greeting.
"Yes, I never loved her," said he to himself; "I knew she was a depraved woman," he repeated, "but dared not admit it to myself.
Nurse Savishna, knitting in hand, was telling in low tones, scarcely hearing or understanding her own words, what she had told hundreds of times before: how the late princess had given birth to Princess Mary in Kishenev with only a Moldavian peasant woman to help instead of a midwife.
A woman came from the bedroom with a frightened face and became confused when she saw Prince Andrew.
The postmaster, his wife, the valet, and a peasant woman selling Torzhok embroidery came into the room offering their services.
Give them to the woman whom you shall honor most of all.
If I were a woman I would do so, Mary.
Mary Hendrikhovna was the wife of the regimental doctor, a pretty young German woman he had married in Poland.
After standing some time in the gateway, Petya tried to move forward in front of the others without waiting for all the carriages to pass, and he began resolutely working his way with his elbows, but the woman just in front of him, who was the first against whom he directed his efforts, angrily shouted at him:
He sprang forward and upset an old woman who was catching at a biscuit; the old woman did not consider herself defeated though she was lying on the ground--she grabbed at some biscuits but her hand did not reach them.
From the host's room came the sounds of a child crying, the despairing sobs of a woman, and the hoarse angry shouting of Ferapontov.
"You brute, you murderer!" screamed a thin, pale woman who, with a baby in her arms and her kerchief torn from her head, burst through the door at that moment and down the steps into the yard.
A woman sacrifices herself for you, she suffers, and this is her reward!
He was told by his fellow officers that the screams of the crowd and the shrieks of the woman were due to the fact that General Ermolov, coming up to the crowd and learning that soldiers were dispersing among the shops while crowds of civilians blocked the bridge, had ordered two guns to be unlimbered and made a show of firing at the bridge.
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
Every woman should have her princess moment, don't you think?
I reckon that's something that needs to be done, and them children would be better off with a woman looking after them.
Brandon leaned down and spoke to the woman behind the wheel.
The voice on the telephone had belonged to a middle-aged woman dressed modestly in a dark suit.
A woman could do all the work but somehow the man got the credit and benefit.
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
They are all dwarfs and one peasant woman will toss three of them with a hayfork.
Glory, the good of society, love of a woman, the Fatherland itself--how important these pictures appeared to me, with what profound meaning they seemed to be filled!
The masters are going away and the whole house will be empty, said the old woman to the old attendant.
The cart was loaded high, and at the very top, beside a child's chair with its legs in the air, sat a peasant woman uttering piercing and desperate shrieks.
You're an uncommonly beautiful woman, do you know that?
I observed that the vitals of the village were the grocery, the bar-room, the post-office, and the bank; and, as a necessary part of the machinery, they kept a bell, a big gun, and a fire-engine, at convenient places; and the houses were so arranged as to make the most of mankind, in lanes and fronting one another, so that every traveller had to run the gauntlet, and every man, woman, and child might get a lick at him.
"Vile woman!" shouted the princess, darting unexpectedly at Anna Mikhaylovna and snatching the portfolio from her.
To his right, walked the woman he might marry – Connie Spencer.
Many years before you came here this Land was united under one Ruler, as it is now, and the Ruler's name was always 'Oz,' which means in our language 'Great and Good'; or, if the Ruler happened to be a woman, her name was always 'Ozma.'
The good woman was so overjoyed that she caught him in her arms and kissed him.
A few minutes after they left, Felipa arrived with an older woman she introduced simply as Maria.