Georgette HeyerYou're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!
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You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory! This quote is so lovable because it speaks to us as women, who are always trying to figure out what our man is thinking. The beauty of the quote lies in the fact that it explains why men are so confusing. They are not just one thing because no one person has all the qualities that define them. Men are complex and multifaceted. Even though women have to think about what they want their man to say, they also have to think about what he may be thinking.
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