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Boys are like elastic bands. It doesn't mean that boys are made of elastic, which is a plus because nobody wants a boyfriend made out of rubber. On the other hand, if they were made out of rubber, you could save yourself a lot of time and effort and heartache by just rustling one up out of a car tire. Boys are different from girls. Girls like to be cozy all the time but boys don't. First of all, they like to get all close to you like a coiled-up rubber band, but after a while, they get fed up with being too coiled and need to stretch away to their full stretchiness. Then, after a bit of on-their-own strategy, they ping back to be close to you. So in conclusion on the boy front, you have to play hard to get and also let them be elastic bands.
— Louise Rennison, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God
A girl without braids is like a city without bridges.
— Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.
— Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
Something is unfolding, being revealed to me. I see that there's a whole world of of girls and their doings that has been unknown to me, and that I can be part of without making any effort at all. I don't have to keep up with anyone, run as fast, aim as well, make loud explosive noises, decode messages, die on cue. I don't have to think about whether I do these things well, as well as a boy. All I have to do is sit on the floor and cut frying pans our of the Eaton's Catalogue with embroidery scissors, and say I've done it badly.
— Margaret Atwood, CAT'S EYE.
She was around ten minutes late, as a matter of fact. I didn't give a damn, though. All that crap they have in cartoons in the Saturday Evening Post and all, showing guys on street corners looking sore as hell because their dates are late - that's bunk. If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
— J.D. Salinger
I totally bought you as a girl," says Marisol. "I'll double check with Frances later, but by the sounds of things, you seem to have no balls.
— Dana Reinhardt, How to Build a House
They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Prom
All really interesting girls invent themselves.
— Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things
Renee was beautiful, but she was my friend now. On the other hand, Annette was my friend, but now she was beautiful. makes about as much sense as anything ever does with girls
— Jordan Sonnenblick, Drums, Girls & Dangerous Pie
Lula," I said, "do you ever think about getting married?"I guess I do. Doesn't everybody?"You have to let your husband kiss you once you're married. And you have to kiss him 
— Jacqueline Kelly, The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate
He liked the girls, liked to hold them around the waist, felt like a man when he did. But as for talking with them, no, no! Then he felt as though he were dealing with another species of human being, in some cases a higher one, in others a lower. He secretly admired the weak, pale, little girl and had picked her to be his wife. That was still the only way he could think of a woman - as a wife. He danced in a very chaste and proper manner, but he heard awful stories about his pals, stories he didn't understand until later. They could dance the waltz backwards around the room in a very indecent way, and they told naughty stories about the girls.
— August Strindberg, The Son of a Servant
The prettier the wine bottle, the higher the likelihood sorority girls will buy it.
— Lauren Leto
If pregnant girls were sinner, what were liars called?
— Holly Cupala, Tell Me a Secret
That night, when SanJuanna had cleared the main course and brought dessert in, my mother called for quiet and said, "Boys, I have an announcement to make. Your sister made the apple pies tonight. I'm sure we will all enjoy them very much.""Can I learn how, ma'am?" said Jim Bowie."No, J.B. Boys don't bake pies," Mother said."Why not?" he said."They have wives who make pies for them.""But I don't have a wife.""Darling, I'm sure you will have a very nice one someday when you're older, and she'll make you many pies. Calpurnia, would you care to s
— Jacqueline Kelly, The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate
Boys don't gush, so I can stand it. The last time I let in a party of girls, one fell into my arms and said, "Darling, love me!" I wanted to shake her,' answered Mrs. Jo, wiping her pen with energy.
— Louisa May Alcott, Jo's Boys
The reputation of a girl ... is a delicate thing. Like a mynah bird in your hands. slacken your grip and away it flies.
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
In the past few decades quite a few people have suggested -- citing most often the offence of impossible proportions -- that Barbie dolls teach young girls to hate themselves. But the opposite may be true. British researchers recently found that girls between the ages of seven and eleven harbor surprisingly strong feelings of dislike for their Barbie dolls, with no other toy or brand name inspiring such a negative response from the children. The dolls "provoked rejection, hatred, and violence" and many girls preferred Barbie torture -- by cutting, burning, decapitating, or microwaving -- over other ways of playing with the doll. Reasons that the girls hated their Barbies included, somewhat poetically, the fact that they were 'plastic.' The researchers also noted that the girls never spoke of one single, special Barbie, but tended to talk about having a box full of anonymous Barbies. 'On a deeper level Barbie has become inanimate,' one of the researchers remarked. 'She has lost any individual warmth that she might have possessed if she were perceived as a singular person. This may go some way towards explaining the violence and torture.
— Eula Biss, The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2009
One minute I was playing chess and doing maths all the time, the next I had been rerouted into more 'normal' girls' activities: reading, writing stories and worrying about my clothes.
— Scarlett Thomas, PopCo
But, do you know, once you get used to it's rather cute. I mean, if a girl looks alright to start with, she still looks alright with her head smooth.
— Robert A. Heinlein, Starship Troopers
You? Nervous? Man, you've got more balls than any girl I've ever known!' 'You've known some weird girls, then," I say, raising an eyebrow at him.
— Randa Abdel-Fattah, Does My Head Look Big In This?
I picture you four girls back when you were small. I hardly knew where you ended and the other ones started.
— Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get a pearl, after all.
— James Lovegrove, The Age of Zeus
I just cash in on the fact that I’m good looking, and I’ve got a nice figure and girls like me.
— Sid Vicious
Girls are scary. Large groups of girls scare the crap out of me.
— Kristen Stewart
Girls are closed-source and not-programmable, they can’t be executed in virtual-mode; so, we can’t leave them after use them without make our life-system unstable
— cG9sYXJhZGl0aWE=
She’s adorable .” “How would you know?” “I’m gay, not blind. Her hair’s all poofy and she’s got a great nose. I mean, a great nose. And, what? What do you people like? Boobs? She seems to have boobs. They seem to be of approximately normal boob size. What else do you want?
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
Girls with their legs crossed, girls with their legs not crossed, girls with terrific legs, girls with lousy legs, girls that looked like swell girls, girls that looked like they'd be bitches if you knew them... You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring.
— J.D. Salinger, Cliffs Notes on Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye
Life was like that when you were fifteen and knobby-kneed and you only had a handful of choices. Your world was small and cruel and narrow-minded and breathtaking.
— Colleen  Curran
You've got the holy trinity of what a girl wants, she said. Cute, smart, funny. I don't think you realize that.
— Alex Bradley, 24 Girls in 7 Days
Most girls recently out of finishing school are like soufflés: puffed up, not very substantial inside, and prone to collapsing at the slightest provocation.
— Gail Carriger, Blameless
She pouted prettily, and he wondered if that was one of the things they taught wealthy young girls at schools like Miss Porter's. If not, it had been passed down from one generation to another as carefully as the secret of fire.
— Kristin Hannah, Summer Island
This one had come to me, though, picked me out. I thought she was trouble from the start. I don't read minds and I can't see the future, but call it instinct or experience, something was prickling my spine.You could call it something else, if you wanted: adolescence, hormones, lust. Being seventeen. That doesn't go away, however long you practice."Hullo," I said politely, warily.She was long and slim and very neatly put together, dark hair tumbling over denim, old worn black jacket and jeans that somehow hadn't faded into grey. They probably didn't dare. Right from the start I saw a focus in her, a determination that must go all the way through, like the writing in a stick of Brighton rock. In another world, another lifetime, I thought she'd have raven-feathers in her hair, a bear's tooth on a thong about her. She'd be the village shaman, talking to spirits, and even the headman would be afraid of her, a little...Seventeen, I told you. She was devastating to me, she was sitting at my table, and I couldn't afford her. Not for a minute.If I'd stood up, if I'd left, if I'd run away...Nah. She would just have come after me. Faster, fitter, and on longer legs. What chance did I ever have?
— Ben Macallan, Desdaemona
I feel I am the perfect lover, because I love equally all beautiful girls.
— M.F. Moonzajer
there wasn't use trying to talk with a girl just because of something she'd said to me in a dream
— Ross Raisin, God's Own Country
So Father Ring went off in the lofty mood of a man who has defended a principle at a great sacrifice to himself, but that very night he began to brood and he continued to brood till that sickly looking voluptuary of a ten-shilling note took on all the radiance and charm of a virgin of seventeen.
— Frank O'Connor, Collected Stories
Girls who are on top of things must have three hundred ways of responding to tired thirty-five-year-old divorced men.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
I could tell he was becoming sulky, as boys and men do when they're caught bluffing. And I ignored him, as girls and women do when they catch them out.
— Alan Bradley, Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd
I wondered what it would be like, to love a girl, to know how a girl thinks, to see the world through a girl's eyes. Maybe they knew more than boys. Maybe they understood things that boys could never understand.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
At no point in history has a bright young girl with plenty of food and a good constitution perished from too much learning.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things
Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.
— J.A. ANUM
when you hate a girl because she gets to kiss the boy you like, any little imperfection can become a spiteful nickname
— Wendy Brant, Zenn Diagram
Twisting the nipple so I inhaled audibly, and he hesitated for a moment but kept going. His dick smearing at my bare thighs. I would be shunted along whatever would happen, I understood. However he piloted the night. And there wasn't fear, just a feeling adjacent to excitement, a viewing from the wings. What would happen to Evie?
— Emma Cline, The Girls
A beautiful girl in the library whispered to herself, "I too peek from the book shelves, but I can't stare longer.
— Bhavik Sarkhedi, Will You Walk A Mile?
A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?
— Nathan  Hill, The Nix
I'll walk as fast as I want, and I will take breaks whenever I feel like it. There is no one to follow, no one to keep up with. There's just me and this one beautiful day, this one moment, right here, now.
— Elana K. Arnold, What Girls Are Made Of
Lions and tigers and pissed-off girls, oh my.
— Katie Bayerl, A Psalm for Lost Girls
What if she doesn't worry about her body and eats enough for all the growing she has to do? She might rip her stockings and slam-dance on a forged ID to the Pogues, and walk home barefoot, holding her shoes, alone at dawn; she might baby-sit in a battered-women's shelter one night a month; she might skateboard down Lombard Street with its seven hairpin turns, or fall in love with her best friend and do something about it, or lose herself for hours gazing into test tubes with her hair a mess, or climb a promontory with the girls and get drunk at the top, or sit down when the Pledge of Allegiance says stand, or hop a freight train, or take lovers without telling her last name, or run away to sea. She might revel in all the freedoms that seem so trivial to those who could take them for granted; she might dream seriously the dreams that seem to obvious to those who grew up with them really available. Who knows what she would do? Who knows what it would feel like?
— Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth
That's who unconditional love is for - dogs and their masters, fools and their gods.
— Elana K. Arnold, What Girls Are Made Of
Leena and Kelly Davidson have always lived a comfortable life. Neither girl has ever held a job nor did they intend to get one. All they wanted was to live off their parents’ money for their rest of their lives. What could be better than that?
— Valenciya Lyons, Cami's Decision
All the girls I had ever loved were mine. Each gave me what she alone had to give and to each I gave what she alone knew how to take.
— Hermann Hesse
Meggie dropped to her knees, scrambling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass blades where she thought the pearls might have fallen. Her tears were blinding her, the grief in her heart new, for until now she had never owned anything worth grieving for.
— Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds
Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.
— Nikita Gill
Boys often have permission to become men without the forfeiture of their desirability. And so these men write stories that grasp at girls who are ghosts twice over: first by being dead and second by being shallow shadows of actual girls, the assorted fragments of men's aging imaginations rather than the deep and dimensioned creatures that real girls are.
— Alana Massey, All the Lives I Want: Essays About My Best Friends Who Happen to Be Famous Strangers
I have this dream that secretly all teenage girls feel exactly like me. And maybe one day, when we all realize that we all feel the same, we can all stop pretending to be something we're not.
— Zoe Sugg
He was a kind of éminence grise, a political leader, in a clandestine movement. Everyone knows there are girls who go for that kind of thing. There are girls who go for Huysmanists, for that matter. I once met a girl -- a pretty, attractive girl -- who told me she fantasized about Jean-François Copé. It took me several days to get over it. Really, with girls today, all bets are off.
— Michel Houellebecq, Soumission
Nick spreads cream cheese on my bagel for me because it’s hard to do with one hand. You need to hold the bagel and everything.“You are the nicest boyfriend ever,” I tell him and kiss his cheek.“Gag,” Devyn says.“You’re just jealous,” Nick teases him and points his plastic knife at Devyn. “Which is ridiculous because you are the star of the school now that the wheelchair is totally gone. Everyone is talking about you.”“Star of the school?” Devyn asks. He takes a swig of Gatorade.“All the girls.” Nick gestures to the girls giggling behind them. “They like miracles. It’s sexy. Remember how much play Jay Dahlberg got when he came back from being abducted?” He does not add by pixies because he does not have to.“Really?” Devyn does this cheesy and really fake eyebrow wiggle thing so he looks like some sleezy porn dog.
— Carrie Jones, Captivate
We were girls in plaid skirts, loud and obnoxious, driving with the windows down. Capable students, nailing honor roll every year, despite our reputation. We were good kissers, decent dancers, fast with our hands. Desperate and dangerous. A little loose, sure. But desirable. Everyone knew. We were the girls who thought we were nothing if not this: a force, a flame, a million nerve ends electric with appetite and not afraid.
— Colleen Curran
Some boys feel they are like girls,They are gentle, and like their hair in curls.
— Christina Engela, Other Kids Are Kids Almost Just Like You
Guys who fuck a lot of women are happy motherfuckers but, girls who fuck a lot of guys are miserable.
— Patrice O’Neal
I’m going to say this once here, and then—because it is obvious—I will not repeat it in the course of this book: not all boys engage in such behavior, not by a long shot, and many young men are girls’ staunchest allies. However, every girl I spoke with, every single girl—regardless of her class, ethnicity, or sexual orientation; regardless of what she wore, regardless of her appearance—had been harassed in middle school, high school, college, or, often, all three. Who, then, is truly at risk of being “distracted” at school? At best, blaming girls’ clothing for the thoughts and actions of boys is counterproductive. At worst, it’s a short step from there to “she was asking for it.” Yet, I also can’t help but feel that girls such as Camila, who favors what she called “more so-called provocative” clothing, are missing something. Taking up the right to bare arms (and legs and cleavage and midriffs) as a feminist rallying cry strikes me as suspiciously Orwellian. I recall the simple litmus test for sexism proposed by British feminist Caitlin Moran, one that Camila unconsciously referenced: Are the guys doing it, too? “If they aren’t,” Moran wrote, “chances are you’re dealing with what we strident feminists refer to as ‘some total fucking bullshit.’” So while only girls get catcalled, it’s also true that only girls’ fashions urge body consciousness at the very youngest ages. Target offers bikinis for infants. The Gap hawks “skinny jeans” for toddlers. Preschoolers worship Disney princesses, characters whose eyes are larger than their waists. No one is trying to convince eleven-year-old boys to wear itty-bitty booty shorts or bare their bellies in the middle of winter. As concerned as I am about the policing of girls’ sexuality through clothing, I also worry about the incessant drumbeat of self-objectification: the pressure on young women to reduce their worth to their bodies and to see those bodies as a collection of parts that exist for others’ pleasure; to continuously monitor their appearance; to perform rather than to feel sensuality. I recall a conversation I had with Deborah Tolman, a professor at Hunter College and perhaps the foremost expert on teenage girls’ sexual desire. In her work, she said, girls had begun responding “to questions about how their bodies feel—questions about sexuality or arousal—by describing how they think they look. I have to remind them that looking good is not a feeling.
— Peggy Orenstein
Did I ever tell you that we used to keep our horses where your house is?”“Yeah,” I mumbled.She continued her story, “My brothers used to get up early every morning and go across the street, well, there wasn’t a street there yet. It was just a dirt road, and they used to get up and clean the stables and feed the horses every morning. I would go over there once they had finished and give the horses a brush, even though none of those horses were mine. I had always wanted my own horse, but I never got one. When my father got older, he got rid of the horses and sold the land, all but this yard here."She spread her hand over the yard as she said this."I grew up and got married and had to move away. My husband and I lived in an apartment above a bread store. And it was so cramped, let me tell you. There was nowhere to move around and no yard to take care of. It was terrible. I’m not saying I wanted my husband to die. I’d never have wished that in a million years. But I was so relieved to come home after two years, and I've lived here ever since."I had stopped raking, turned and looked at her."I know why you don’t want to leave this street," she said, "You’ve been in that house your whole life, just like me. And no matter where you go it’s not going to seem like home. But just like me, you’re going to come back. You have to remind yourself of that. And I did hate being away from home, but it was the most memorable time in my life, being away. It was an adventure as much as it was scary. But when I came home, I learned to get out more. I went to beauty school and got a job at the salon and took trips with friends. I like to get away from the house so that I can come back and still appreciate it. And you will too after you come back.”I nodded at Violet. What she was saying made sense.“I’ll go,” I said, “Tell them I’ll go.”- The Stable House
— Laura Smith
I didn’t see Danny come in or run towards me. He was just suddenly there, pulling me up by my arm so hard that I gasped. I felt his grip on my skin long after he let go. We ran down the steps where Mom met us, coughing. She was followed by a thick black cloud of smoke. I had never felt smoke that hot in my life. I tasted ash when I breathed in.“Go! Get out!” she choked, waving us towards the front door.We ran out into the night in our pajamas.“Run to Violet’s!” Mom called behind us.- The Stable House
— Laura Smith
GIRLS OF THE WORLD, UNITE AND TAKE OVER! GROOVY ALL FEMALE WORLD NOW!!
— The Tick
But some boys like boys more -And some girls make other girls hearts soar!
— Christina Engela, Other Kids Are Kids Almost Just Like You
How did that go” [Butler] asked. “Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age.”“Fabulous,” said Artemis, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “We’re planning a June wedding.
— Eoin Colfer, The Lost Colony
Some girls feel they are like boys, They play rough, they like a lot of noise.
— Christina Engela, Other Kids Are Kids Almost Just Like You
You see it in all animals - the female of the species is more deadly than the male.''Except humans.
— Mindy McGinnis, The Female of the Species
Young girls are told you have to be the delicate princess. Hermione taught them that you can be the warrior.
— Emma Watson
Does he ever eat cotton candy for breakfast?"He stepped around the counter to face us, lowered his gaze, and took a sip from the black mug in his hands."No," I said. "He's very much like the Big Bad Wolf. He eats little girls for breakfast."He spoke from behind the cup, his voice deep and as smooth as butterscotch. "She's wrong. I eat big girls for breakfast.
— Darynda Jones, The Curse of Tenth Grave
I took on the shape of a girl.
— Emma Cline, The Girls
That's stupid." I laughed into his chest. "Boys can't save girls." "You're right." He kissed my temple. "It's the other way around.
— Rachel Van Dyken, Elite
I'm an autistic girl. I have many years to grow. I'm going to rock my life. Just watch me shine
— Tina J. Richardson, I didnt mean it that way
There is no need to lose weight for some one because only those ask you to lose some weight who can not afford your likeings
— Navjyot Kaur
A bad girl is a far more dangerous thing than a bad boy.
— Roald Dahl
How can I have hung round you for five years and not think girls are clever?
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Speaking of my things, you weren't actually using that darling little study were you?" sheasked sweetly.Her mate's eyes narrowed. "Why?""Because I am commandeering it for my closet.""Closet? My study is over three hundred square feet." His shocked expression was adorable."Good point. Do you use the library as well?"He stared unblinking. "Yes, actually I do.""Oh well. I'll need to call in a contractor to remodel the study into functional wardrobe.
— Alanea Alder, My Protector
i dream nights and girls like tigers,claws and teeth on both.
— Elisabeth Hewer, Wishing for Birds
This is the gift of focus, or wilful denial, and it is something boys are particularly good at. Girls—at least where I grew up—tend to be more emotionally balanced and sane, and therefore find the kind of all-excluding concentration you need to care about dinosaurs, taxonomy, philately and geopolitical schemes a bit worrying and sad. Girls can grasp the bigger picture (i.e., it might be better not to destroy the world over this), where boys have a perfect grip on the fine print (i.e., this insidious idea is antithetical to our existence and cannot be allowed to flourish alongside our peace-loving, free society). Note carefully how it is probably better to let the girls deal with weapons of mass destruction.
— Nick Harkaway, The Gone-Away World
My girl, always hated frogs,” Jackie stated when she’d controlled her hilarity.“That’s right, Mom,” Feb leveled her irate eyes at her mother, “I’m a girl therefore I hate frogs. I’d get kicked out of the girl club if I didn’t.
— Kristen Ashley, For You
There was a hint of spring in her sole green eyes, something summery in her complexion, and a rich autumn ripeness in her walk.
— Toni Morrison
Lighted advertisements went running up dark red facades and dissipating again. He would pass girls; he would turn to look; but the prettier the face, the harder it was to take the plunge.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Glory
From a book you can learn the theory but it takes practise to learn how to live life.
— Chloe Thurlow, A Girl's Adventure
Girls Understand Girls,But they don't like each other.
— Vgnsh
Madison sparkled like the words on her oversized chest. There was glitter embedded in her eye shadow, in her lip gloss, in her nail polish, hanging from her ears in shoulder grazing hoops, dangling from her wrists in blingy bracelets. If the lights went out in the hallway, she could light it up like a human disco ball.
— Danielle  Paige, Dorothy Must Die
I think it's a response to terrorism. From the time we're little girls, we're taught to fear the bad man who might get us. We're terrified of being raped, abused, even killed by the bad man, but the problem is, you can't tell the good ones from the bad ones, so you have to wary of them all. We're told not to go out by ourselves late at night, not to dress a certain way, not to talk to male strangers, not to lead men on. We take self-defense classes, keep our doors locked, carry pepper spray and rape whistles. The fear of men is ingrained in us from girlhood. Isn't that a form of terrorism?
— Sarai Walker, Dietland
Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.
— Patricia Briggs, Steal the Dragon
But when she looked at Prue tonight, she saw this was not now quite true of her. She was just beginning, just moving, just descending.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
— J.D. Salinger
I’ve heard girls like it when you listen
— Susan May Warren, The Wonder of You
While other girls were blurry, displaying cracks or, at the very least, seams — ripped jeans, coffee-stained T-shirts, hair that poufed up in the rain — Sophia always looked sharp, clear, as if the resolution had been turned up on a microscope and angled straight at her, as if the money had formed a kind of shrink wrap that kept her protected from the normal destruction of the everyday.
— Lauren Oliver, Panic Origin Story
I get down on my knees every mornin' an' give eternal thanks for the existence of girls in a otherwise pointless universe.
— Garth Ennis, Preacher, Volume 7: Salvation
I was only attracted to him for, like, several minutes when I first met him, but I'm attracted to everyone when I first meet them. And then it wore off. It always wears off.
— Jessa Johansson
Oh my eye Betty Martin! Aren't I glad it isn't me that's going to school! It looks just like a prison.
— Henry Handel Richardson
Her hair curled around her shoulders, long and loose, held back with glinting clips, in one those magical ways girls have of making their hair look like it is supposed to be up, but also sort of falling down.
— Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures
Girls get under each other's skin. We get too close, too attached, too crazy, and then we can't let go. Our claws sink too deep. When we separate, we tear each other apart.
— Leah Raeder, Black Iris
She was the kind of girl who wore dark lipstick and didn't need to speak a word to seduce you.
— Stephen F. Campbell
A woman that knows her worth doesn't measure herself against another woman but stands strong, calmed and self confident.
— Auliq Ice
A beautiful girlfriend is worth two more.
— Raheel Farooq
... And what am I to do?""Well, that depends. Do you like the girl?""Like her? I don't know. How do you know if...?""It's very simple. Do you look at her furtively and feel like biting her?""Biting her?""On her backside, for example.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, El juego del ángel
Females in general are embodiment of alluring mysteries that is beyond mortal capacity to decipher or understand.
— Auliq Ice
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
— Gayle Forman, I Was Here
These poor girls are just bad impersonators. They look cheap, really. There’s nothing special about them. They are just reaching out to get noticed. They don’t want to be invisible anymore. They don’t want to get lost in crowds.
— James W. Bodden, The Red Light Princess
I`m kind of into girls so ya... sorry.
— Sebastian Loving
Because you're a girl and when a girl says she's fine, she's lying.
— J.A. George, Gifted
I feel pretty sure I know why the dinosaurs went extinct. They were waiting for Sam to pick out a cell phone case.
— P. Anastasia, Fire Starter
It’s just a party. You eat some food and drink a beer and pretend you don’t want to be crawdad fishing,” Angie said.	“No, it’s an echo chamber of sycophants and I can’t listen to some bimbo recite her newest purchases while pretending I don’t want to throw myself from the roof.
— Mary Jane Hathaway, Persuasion, Captain Wentworth and Cracklin' Cornbread
I always reminded myself that this wasn't exactly where I was meant to be, but pit stops are okay on the road of life, aren't they?
— Lena Dunham
I love" is a door girls slam in their fathers' faces.
— Nick Joaquín
Tears are the biggest weapon used by every girl against the boys with a success rate of hundred percent.
— Aman Jassal, Rainbow - the shades of love
Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling.
— Ernest Vincent Wright, Gadsby
It’s not difficult to put a girl in bottle; especially when she thinks, she is the boss.
— Aman Jassal, Rainbow - the shades of love
When boys unite hearts with all souls and creatures they become gentle men.When girls unite hearts with all souls and creatures they become gentle women.When humanity unites with the heart of the ONE, an era of peace and love shall return to earth.
— Molly Friedenfeld
Development is better than Girl-friend
— Samy Mar Boy
Waited for my brother and didn't talk to anybody and nobody talked to her, because she'd always been one of those quiet, semi-retarded girls who you couldn't talk to without being dragged into a whirlpool of dumb stories.
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Even though I approached girls relentlessly, I wasn't really approachable myself.
— John duover, Rites
You're a dumb shit. There's a million first girls for a million different first things.There's the first girl you slow-dance with, and the first girl you go to bed with. There's the first girl to give you a kiss, and then the first one you take home to mama." His amber eyes lit up with humor."There's the first girl you fight with and the first girl you fight for. There's also the first girl you have to let go of. There's the first girl you love, obviously, and the first girl to break your heart.There's always a first girl, Rowdy, but there is also the girl that is going to come after her until you get to the last girl.The last girl is the one that really matters.
— Jay Crownover, Rowdy
Just because someone is a girl doesn't mean she can't be tough and practical and have adventures. That's the way most girls are-until they get around guys. Then guys make them act all stupid.
— Candace Bushnell, The Carrie Diaries
Let's just call it like it is, no need to pretty it up. I care what other people think of me. I'm not Jesus Christ. I'm just a girl in the world.
— Andrea Portes, Anatomy of a Misfit
Some girls had their heads in the clouds. My head was somewhere on the other side of the galaxy.
— Angela N. Blount, Once Upon an Ever After
Once young girls used to play with baby dolls, seeing themselves in the role of the nurturing mother; now they can be seen playing with Barbie dolls, seeing themselves in the place of the doll. And of course, the doll is both pretty and stacked. The pressure is on and stays on.
— Douglas Wilson, Reforming Marriage
If I had a girl, I’d want her to know that she can be anything she wants and that she doesn't have to rely on her looks or clothes or hair or make-up to define who she is or to get respect from other people. I’d want her to know she has a right to be respected or noticed because she was born. I’m not talking about all the girl power nonsense, I’m talking about my girl growing up knowing she has the right to be treated decently simply because she was born.
— Dorothy Koomson, Marshmallows for Breakfast
Walking in the mountain with bare foot, Teasing the flowers with heavy soot, Touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girlsIt is joyful, jolly like the flying. Swimming in the rivers, tearing the clothes and burning the shoes Angel of the nature; counting the grasses, touching the flower, teasing the birds
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
...he called after her as shedisappeared down the path, a pretty girl in a hurry...
— Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
Oh no, was I to be one of those girls who gets attacked by a jealous girlfriend?
— Jenna Elizabeth Johnson, Faelorehn
A #GIRLBOSS is someone who's in charge of her own life. She gets what she wants because she works for it.
— Sophia Amoruso, #GIRLBOSS
You've gotta stop calling each sl*ts and wh*r*s. That just makes it more okay for GUYS to call you sl*ts and wh*r*s.
— Tina Fey
The girl. Was that who I was? I was the girl just like they were the boys. Was that how we were going to address each other for the entirety of this year? How family-feeling.
— Natalie Bina, The High Road
She had not been conferred with a practical sense of how one went about this strange and all inverted business of being a girl, where seemingly natural stuff like going on about all the great things you just learned about Siberian tigers on National Geographic was suddenly weird, but totally weird stuff in and of itself like drawing around your eyeball with a pencil became normal, and it impressed to no end that it was a product of meticulous effort that made the twins seem so perfectly and effortlessly feminine.
— Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove
Emily Greenstreet was one of these girls that nobody ever notices, who are only friends with other girls nobody notices. Nobody likes or dislikes them. They have weak chins, or chicken-pox scars, or their glasses are too big. I know I'm being mean. But you know, they're just sort of at the edge of everything.
— Lev Grossman, The Magicians
Everyone loves a girl who can rise to a crisis.
— Allan Dare Pearce, Paris in April
She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She was brave, and I never once saw her cry out of fear. She never cried because she was afraid that something would happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, would not happen… She believed if I gave in to make her fortune become realized, the world would be ultimately profound and beautiful. I guess I held out because I feared the realization of her fortune would mean the destruction of us together. And each time she cried, I fell a little more deeply in love with her.
— Roman Payne, The Wanderess
True beauty in a woman is reflected in the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
— Audrey Hepburn
I hate gender stereotypes like girls love princesses and boys like guns. . . my point is that tying particular behaviors and interests to particular gender seems to be the major reason guys who like dance get called names.
— Melissa Kantor, Maybe One Day
Since you haven’t got a name,” he said. “I guess you can pick one for yourself. Would you like to pick one for me to write down?”She stopped rocking and looked at him. “I can do that? It’s legal and everything?”He smiled. “It’s a free country again,” he said. “At least in theory.”She nodded. “And when I pick a name it can be any name I want?”He nodded.“What’s your name?”“Victor,” he said. “Vic, for short.”“Okay,” she said, leaning forward and taking the pad from under his large thing hands. “How do you spell that?”He spelled it and she wrote it down. Her handwriting was perfectly small and legible. “Can I be Victor, too?” she said, looking up from the pad.He smirked. “It’s a boy’s name,” he said. “You’re a girl. You have to add an i and an a to the end if you want to make it a girl’s name.”She looked down at the name she had written and added the letters i and a to the end. “Victoria,” she said, passing the notepad back to the cop.“Hello, Victoria,” he said, smiling, taking the pad and pen back and presenting his hand for a shake. “It’s nice to meet you, officially.
— Benjamin R.  Smith, Atlas
We don't know how to be women because we were taught it was not OK to be girls. Our most natural impulses were thwarted and distorted.
— Marianne Williamson, A Woman's Worth
One of my favorite phobias is that girls, especially those whose tastes aren't routine, often don't get a fair break... It has come down through the generations, an inheritance of age-old customs which produced the corollary that women are bred to timidity.
— Amelia Earhart
I see you go bare-shod. This is most likely extremely sensible. Shoes are no end of trouble for girls. . . . How many have danced to death in slippers of silk and glass and fur and wood? Too many to count—the graveyards, they are so full these days. You are very wise to let your soles become grubby with mud, to let them grow their own slippers of moss and clay and calluses. This is far preferable to shoes which may become wicked at any moment.
— Catherynne M. Valente, In the Cities of Coin and Spice
He's very good at chaining girls. He can make cold steel feel like silk.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
What is it, Master Calligrapher, that little girls do in the way that spiders weave?" sleeve asked primly.The Calligrapher coughed, for his room was very dusty, and there was dust even on his eyelashes, and said: "It is right and proper," he said, "for a girl to read as many books as there are bricks in this city, and then, when she is finished, to begin to write new ones which are made out of the old ones, as this city is made of those stones.
— Catherynne M. Valente, In the Cities of Coin and Spice
Lovely high ceilings,' I said. 'If you were very tall, you'd feel quite comfortable in here.
— Phoebe Stone, Romeo Blue
GWGs [girls with glasses] aren't happy being nomads
—  they need a safe place to put their glasses while they sleep.
Where's Izzy?" cried Alice. "I'm right here!" Izzy was heard, but there was no sight of her floating friend. "Izzy's invisible!" yelled Melanie."Invisible and flying!" Colleen added nervously.
— Katie Mattie, M.A.J.I.C. and the Oracle at Delphi
Here's what I have to say about being married: someday you will look at him, hating him with every fiber of your being, wishing that he would die the most violent death possible. It will pass."--Hannah Horvath's dying grandmother
— Lena Dunham
Amy said, "So, you're making a flamethrower?""Amy, we gotta be prepared. We don't know what we'll find in that place, but for all we know it could be the Devil himself.""David, what possible good is that thing gonn
— David Wong, John Dies at the End
Like most little girls, I found the lure of grown-up accessories astonishing - lipstick, perfume, hats and gloves. When I write female characters in my historical novels, getting these details right is vital.
— Sara Sheridan
Girls are nothing to be afraid of, no matter the kind. Boys, on the other hand.
— Katie Heaney, Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date
There are settling girls, and there are unsettling girls. The ones who seem to have it in them to be flyers are the ones who want to snuggle into settling. The ones who look as settled as old housedogs want to twist their way into flying. Necessarily, you must be defensive about being a settling sort of girl.
— Amruta Patil, Kari
The warmth and the passion in my veins are more than enough for a hundred thirsty girls.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
There was something fundamentally embarrassing about being a young woman...[the] embarrassment of wanting to be more assured, more substantive, more whole, of moving to tap resources that simply weren't there.
— Michelle Orange, This Is Running for Your Life: Essays
But no guy was worth being a girl guys cheated with.
— LeighAnn Kopans, Solving for Ex
I'd grown up hearing stories about the special hazards that girls faced. I knew where the bodies were found: naked on beaches or cut into pieces, parts frozen in freezers or buried in cement. These stories were never kept from us girls. Instead they were spread around like ghost stories, our parents hoping that fear would do the job that our judgment might not.
— Karen Thompson Walker, The Age of Miracles
Girls like good-looking guys, and I am not very good-looking. In fact, I sort of look like a pudding
— Jesse Andrews, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?
— Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning
What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.
— Roman Payne, The Wanderess
A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.
— Roman Payne, The Wanderess
So I slap on that smile and pretend everything’s okay even though it’s not.
— Libba Bray, Beauty Queens
A prostitute is a decent worker like the rest of us, only she can’t fake what she is doing.
— M.F. Moonzajer
Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.
— Meg Donohue, All the Summer Girls
You love her for a life time and still you are a stranger.
— M.F. Moonzajer
A likely story indeed!" said the Pigeon, in a tone of the deepest contempt. "I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!""I have tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, who was a very truthful child; "but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.""I don't believe it," said the Pigeon; "but if they do, then they're a kind of serpent: that's all I can say.
— Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
We live in a culture right now that pits girls against each other. We are brought up socially to be in competition with each other -who has the best body, more boyfriends, better clothes. And this kind of competition can be devastating on female friendships because it emphasizes a mentality that there isn’t enough to go around, Enough love. Enough attention. Enough success. But there is . There is enough to share with your girlfriends.
— Jessica Weiner
Whoever said there are many girls in the world lied.There is only one
— Retshepile Kenneth Mongali
Every discussion with a girl is an argument, and when you think you are right suddenly you realize that your trapped.
— Bharat
Beauty is an attitude. There's no secret. Why are all brides beautiful? Because on their wedding day they care about how they look. There are no ugly women - only women who don't care or or don't believe they're attractive.
— Estee Lauder
All girls are beautiful, and when they say they're ugly they only lie to themselves, for it's impossible for them to be ugly.
— Damon Willis
You're such a book girl.
— Mizuki Nomura
No one cares how long you kept yourself virgin and how loyal you are, everyone is looking for a hole to play with.
— M.F. Moonzajer
She did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.
— Zadie Smith, On Beauty
The demons were scary, but girls - Well, girls are really terrifying
— Darren Shan, Lord Loss
Girls are very complicated creatures, they make you give up and then they say” I knew you would give up”.
— M.F. Moonzajer
Girls should be strong together. Strong like steel, merry like the tinkling of chimes dancing in the wind.
— Kristin Halbrook, Nobody But Us
You need your beauty sleep for tomorrow"she tells us "don't stay up too late talking"We ignore her of course.The whole point of a sleepover is to stay up too late talking.
— Heather Vogel Frederick, Dear Pen Pal
Some girls, deserves to have you treat her like a princess everyday, just like you always do to me." - Maisie Preston
— Kirsty Moseley, Free Falling
I have always tried to avoid talking to pretty girls, because pretty girls have a vicious effect on me in which every part of my brain is shut down except for the part that says unbelievably stupid things and the part that is aware that I am saying unbelievably stupid things.
— David Foster Wallace
He said, I won't have one of those things in the house. It gives a young girl a false notion of beauty, not to mention anatomy. If a real woman was built like that she'd fall on her face.She said, If we don't let her have one like all the other girls she'll feel singled out. It'll become an issue. She'll long for one and she'll long to turn into one. Repression breeds sublimation. You know that. He said, It's not just the pointy plastic tits, it's the wardrobes. The wardrobes and that stupid male doll, what's his name, the one with the underwear glued on.She said, Better to get it over with when she's young. He said, All right but don't let me see it.She came whizzing down the stairs, thrown like a dart. She was stark naked. Her hair had been chopped off, her head was turned back to front, she was missing some toes and she'd been tattooed all over her body with purple ink, in a scrollwork design. She hit the potted azalea, trembled there for a moment like a botched angel, and fell.He said, I guess we're safe.
— Margaret Atwood
I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful. I sin, but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel.
— Mariyn Monroe
She guarded herself like a secret.
— Jodi Lynn Anderson
sometimes you giving a lot attention for someone but then she didn't give you attention as big as you gave...you only have to wait because someday she will realize that attention from yours is priceless.
— Ikhsan Baskara
Boys find love in pants and girls find in pockets.
— M.F. Moonzajer
The only sacrifice that costs you nothing is staring at ugly girls.
— M.F. Moonzajer