Girls the beautiful creation of God. She is a mother, sister, wife, and friend. If treated nicely, she is the generous creation in the world, but if she gets the curse and unfair hardships than nothing is cruel then her. We can describe the girl in three ways. One of her appearances, secondly by her personality and thirdly by her character.
God has created every girl beautiful. No one is ugly. Some have beautiful hair while others got a gift of stunning eyes while others got the perfect body appeal. Although everyone is perfect, some are extraordinarily beautiful. Secondly, we can describe a woman through her personality that how humble, soft and patient she is. How she deals with others and how sincerely she remain with all. The overall personality and positive attitude give a girl a high ranking. Those who are humble, fair and soft are always admired by others.
Girls are more sensitive than men. They understand the situation quickly as well as feel more than men. If they care, then they may be careless if they don’t get the rights and suitable conditions of life. Girls are unpredictable, they are kind and polite and in a harsh situation, they may be tough, harsh and worst enemies.
Poets and writers wrote a lot about women and girls. They describe their personality through poems and quotes. If you are interested to know about famous girls and their personality read the sad, funny and inspirational quotes on them.
You can get a large audience together for a strip-tease act—that is, to watch a girl undress on the stage. now suppose you come to a country where you could fill a theatre by simply bringing a covered plate on to the stage and then slowly lifting the cover so as to let every one see, just before the lights went out, that it contained a mutton chop or a bit of bacon, would you not think that in that country something had gone wrong with the appetite for food?
In all gabriels life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brothers face as sophies good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.
You don't think i can fight." tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery gaze with her own. "because i'm a girl." "i don't think you can fight because you're wearing a wedding dress", said jem. "for what it's worth, i don't think will could fight in that dress either." "perhaps not," said will, who had ears like a bat'a. "but i would make a radiant bride.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all i am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if i am stuck down here for good?
The girls in california were probably prettier in a standard sense than the new york girls--blonder and in better health, i guess; but i still preferred the way the girls in new york looked--stranger and more neurotic (a girl always looked more beautiful and fragile when she was about to have a nervous breakdown).
Mrs. lammle's manner changed under the poor silly girl's embraces, and she turned extremely pale: directing one appealing look, first to mrs. boffin, and then to mr. boffin. both understood her instantly, with a more delicate subtlety than much better educated people, whose perception came less directly from the heart, could have brought to bear upon the case.
Fine. sit around being inconsiderate asses…and you wonder why none of you are married. (zarina) (sway cleared his throat meaningfully.) oh, shush. you don’t count. you had an arranged marriage. these losers can’t get a girl for more than three and half minutes it takes them to embarrass themselves with their feeble gropings that always disappoint. (zarina)
Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. i caressed the half-inch scar. as i did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, i thought. probably someone other than me. someone qualified to give her something. "goodbye, mr. wind-up bird. see you again sometime.
I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smoky eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's a kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me, this smacks of a blatant, insensitive "let them eat cake" type of chauvinism.
Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.