She was tall like a lily, carried herself like a queen.was dressed like a rose.She was round and plump as her favorite teapot.She was like a fat little partridge with a mono-bosom.She was like a fading plant revived by showers of rain.She was in her mid-thirties.faded, but still fruity, like a pear just beginning to go soft.She was heavy but not unattractive, like a German grandma.She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she was an easy victim.She was a little dilapidated, like a house, with having been so long to let.She reminded him, in her limp dust-colored garments, of last year’s moth shaken out of the curtains of an empty room.She must not be awed by that which has been built up around her she must reverence that woman in her which struggles for expression -Margaret Sanger.She looked, with her red-cherry cheeks and wide semicircle of smile, like something that might have briskly swung out of a weather-house predicting sunshine.She looked like a tree trunk.her big gnarled hands seemed to protrude from her like branches.She looked like a lovely little winter apple.She is soft, crinkled like a fading rose. She is chipped like an old bit of china she is frayed like a garment of last year’s wearing.She had the kind of comeliness - soft, shoulder-length hair a sharp beauty mark right at her sensual mouth and a figure that was like a swift unexpected blow to the diaphragm - that to linger on makes the beholder feel obscene.She became, as she grew older, morose, shrewish, and irritable.Pleasant at first she is, like Dioscorides' Rhododaphne, that fair plant to the eye, but poison to the taste, the rest as bitter as wormwood in the end and sharp as a two-edged sword.Fighting is essentially a masculine idea a woman's weapon is her tongue.Fat overflowed not only from her jowl to her neck, but from her ankles to her shoes.she looked like a pudding that had risen too high and run down the sides of the dish.Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly.Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.Ever noticed how all women's problems begin with men? MENtal illness.MENstrual cramps.MENtal ! -Unknown.Do I love you because you're beautiful, Or are you beautiful because I love you? -Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, Cinderella.Curve: the loveliest distance between two points.Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.Calm - as if she were always sitting for her portrait.But now she was as well-known for her beauty as she had always been to me for her brilliance.Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.Beauty.when you look into a woman's eyes and see what is in her heart.Beauty is not in the face beauty is a light in the heart.As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.All women are basically in competition with each other for a handful of eligible men.They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. She just did it backwards and in high heels. After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did.A woman's heart is just like lithographer's stone - what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.A woman's heart is as intricate as a raveled skein of silk.A woman should soften but not weaken a man.
#NEGATIVE ADJECTIVES THAT START WITH J PLUS#
We hope you’ll agree it is a justifiable statement when we say this is the world’s best collection of adjectives that begin with J.Ĭonsidering the relatively small number of ones that have the letter J at the start, there really are some very descriptive words that start with J and we collected here all of those plus any other ones that are commonly used in speaking and writing. juvenile Positive Adjectives That Start With J.
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