When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.