Beautiful Quotes About Women

Women are the flowers of spring, the allure of the world, and the soul of life.
A woman is the cornerstone of society, holding complete authority, as nothing functions without her or for her sake.
The woman is the sweetest gift that God has bestowed upon man.
The woman is the better half, regardless of whether she is just or unjust.
Every great man I encounter in life makes me instantly certain that his mother is even greater than he.
The greatness of a man stems from the greatness of a woman, and a woman’s greatness comes from her own essence.
The most beautiful woman is one who trembles at words of love.
In love, a woman forgets her dignity; in jealousy, she forgets her love.
A woman is like the moon, reflecting the light of the man she loves.
A woman resembles a rose, alluring men with her fragrance, only to sting them with her thorns.
Women are the closest beings to perfection; they stand between men and angels.
A woman is a book exquisitely crafted by God, its cover captivating to the observer, its introduction blooming like spring flowers, yet the chapters written by the devil are filled with deception, sorrow, and despair.
Women are the extraordinary treasures of the universe.
A serene woman imposes respect.
Men crave affection more than women do due to their relative lack of it, while women possess an abundance.
When a woman’s love blossoms, it transforms into deep compassion.
Modesty and silence are the most beautiful adornments of a woman.
A girl’s heart is a rose that only love can open.
A woman is like a supple branch, bending with the wind but never breaking in a storm.
A woman remains childlike throughout her life.
A woman symbolizes the heart of humanity, while a man represents its head.

Words About Women

A woman, like a cherry, beautifies herself only to invite misfortune.
A woman embodies tenderness and delicacy when she chooses to.
A woman can be seen as a flawed being — an accidental creation.
No matter how talkative a woman may be, love teaches her to remain silent.
A woman is gentle and transparent, calm when she loves tranquility, yet tumultuous if her pride is hurt.
A woman may light ten candles for a man only if she feels he deserves the sacrifice of her fingers; she might even willing to burn her entire life for him.
Like a rose, when a woman loves sincerely, she flourishes and spreads her fragrance to those around her; if she feels hatred, that fragrance turns to thorns, harming herself before she harms anyone else.
A woman resembles a volcano; it remains dormant in her calmness but erupts with any disturbance.
A woman can forgive betrayal but can never forget it.
Those who disregard women’s rights forget that their mother, sister, and daughter are all women.
A woman, like a bee, creates sweetness if she loves but stings when she hates.
The reservoir that fears not drying up is the woman’s eye.
The secret is what a woman tells everyone and asks them to keep it private.
A woman is like a harp; if one does not know how to play her, he hears melodies that will not satisfy him.
When a man loves, it is a part of his life; when a woman loves, it is her entire existence.
When a woman hears compliments, she closes her eyes to savor the meaning of the words; when she hears advice, she shuts them to sleep.
The virtuous woman inspires you, the intelligent one piques your interest, the beautiful one captivates you, while the tender-hearted one wins you over.

The Most Beautiful Words About Women’s Beauty

There is a sparkle in a woman’s eyes that pierces through the veils of imagination, at times, and receives whispers of awaited eternity at others.
No beauty in nature can compete with the beauty of the woman you love.
A woman is like the sea: beautiful on the surface, a turmoil in her anger, and mysterious in her depths.
The beauty of a woman lies not in her physical form, but in the beauty of the spirit of the man who accompanies her.
A woman’s beauty forgives all her flaws, except for foolishness.
If a woman lacks beauty in her smile, she compensates with beauty in her eyes.
A woman’s beauty is not seen; it is discovered.
The allure of beauty means you love a woman’s eyes but do not know their color.
A woman who is beautiful is not always good, but a good woman is always beautiful.
The greatest thief under the sky is the beauty found in a woman’s eyes.
No hair can surpass the magic of a woman’s eyes.
In a woman’s smile lies the grandeur of life, and in her eyes lies her cunning and depth.
The beautiful woman possesses hearts; the virtuous one captures minds. The first reigns over what is called a heart due to its fickleness, while the second holds the treasure of wisdom and the essence of humanity.
The truly beautiful woman is one who rejoices at the sunrise and forgets that she also has a sunset.
No beauty in nature can compare to the beauty of the woman you love.
Be beautiful if you can, wise if you wish, but always be respectful.
Beauty has many conditions, the most important being a smile.
A woman is like the sea: beautiful on the surface, a turmoil in her anger, and mysterious in her depths.
Those who seek a woman who is kind, intelligent, and beautiful are searching for three women.

Poetry About Women

Abu Nuwas says:

He who loves women, I am he; he who loves women, I am he.

My heart is infatuated with a charming boy.

When he fulfilled on the thirteenth and more,

The duration of his untested ear was short.

With him, the melody of youth rises,

Accompanied by the voice of desire in honor.

When he cast his gaze upon women,

He encompassed them with the fear.

Qassem Haddad says:

Oh lady of my heart,

Look carefully at my excuses;

I do not carry a key in my pocket,

Nor do I understand locks.

I only know that I love that fiery branch

That emerges from your balcony.

The next beat of my heart

Depends on the smile of that rose,

Which hangs close to your chest,

To the left.

Imam Mustafa Sadiq Al-Rafii says:

People have spoken much of women and said,

The love of women is a test of distress.

The love of women is not a hardship; rather,

The proximity of one whom you do not love is the true distress.

Tuveil Al-Ghanwi says:

Women are like trees that grow together,

Some bitterness and some edible vermin.

If women cease to promote good qualities,

Then it is an obligation that will certainly be fulfilled.

They do not wean themselves from what is right if addressed,

And they remain, after all, blamed and criticized.

Poem: Lady of the Moons

Ghazi Al-Qusaibi says:

What is it with the lady of the moons… that she retreats?

Yesterday she graced our eyelids with her presence?

Did a planet depart in the horizon?

Or was it a monk who dwells alone on earth who drew her away?

For the connection has turned, and the moons are capricious,

Fiery moods that seldom fulfill their promises.

Alas! Lady of the moons! My lady!

Alas! If the moons knew what we feel.

Alas! If the moons would return to us when they are thirsty

For the overwhelming sources of pain that we tide through.

Alas! If the moons would shed tears for us,

Or if they were tormented by thoughts and wakefulness.

You have departed, lady of the moons, from a man

Who still navigates through his depths in sorrow.

The sadness reflected in your eyes is notable,

And despair rallies in your realm.

You came desiring a poem that is all joy,

A song about a time that is pure delight.

A journey traversing through blooming dreams,

In a litter covered with rosy dew.

However, you heard only weeping verses,

And saw only a human trembling.

I am the ambition whose means have grown tired,

You are the goal I strive for.

You are youth that embarks on joyous occasions,

While I embody old age, devoid of other tomorrows.

You are life, flowing in laughter,

Whereas I am the death that smothers.

Do not be surprised by a morning of separation,

But marvel at an evening in which we unite.

You are beautiful… the beauty propels you as,

The flame attracts a moth.

You are beautiful… your emerald eyes never dim,

With your lips filled with grapes and honey.

You are beautiful… in the brush of a lion,

And does the lion refrain while you are the doe?

It is separation! What should you command then?

Shall I mourn? Remain silent? Run from you? Remain still?

Shall I say “thank you”? Was it merely a blessed night?

Oh, what a generous soul… when it gives… and then when it refrains!

Did we meet? Or are phantoms toying with me?

Where did we meet? When? Was it on a Saturday? Or a Sunday?

Did we stroll together? In what evening?

In what moment did eternity collapse?

Did you whisper “my beloved!” or did I hear only the echo

Of an unseen realm that no one dared to whisper?

I suspect the tale is the creation of a storyteller

Who narrates and forgets… the remaining chapter is lost!