Browsing Topic Best Sissy Quotes

It’s not sissy to show your feeling.

We didn’t get where we are thanks to the sissy notion of resilience.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man – a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

Seth hustled over. What’s the password? Passwords are for sissies, Warren’s muffled voice responded. Works for me, Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.

The head coach don’t want no sissies, so he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

Getting old is not for sissies.

Old age is no place for sissies.

Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.

Old age ain’t for sissies

I don’t write music for sissy ears.

I have a very sissy job, where I go to work and get my hair done, and people do my makeup, and I go and say lines and people spoil me rotten. And everyone has that kind of curiosity of how far can you go, how far can you take it. I think it’s always good testing yourself.

Every instance in my life, I’ve felt like the exact opposite of Superman. Except this time, this moment right now. I don’t care. I don’t feel like a weak, insipid sissy. Because right now I know I would save the girl. I know that I would rather risk the planet than let harm befall Eliza Wishart. I would save her in a second. Because I can imagine her and me huddled safe together while the earth falls under evil designs, but I can’t imagine the world without her in it.

We are the biggest sissies in the jungle. Every other animal is stronger than we are – they have fangs, they have claws, they have nimbleness, they have speed. We think Usain Bolt is fast – Usain Bolt can get his ass kicked by a squirrel.

Getting old is not for sissies, kid.

Any man who looks like a sissy while dancing is just a lousy dancer.

Oh my goodness, I hate camping. I am like Frida times 1,000. I have always been attracted to wilderness stories, à la the movie Badlands, when Sissy Spacek and Martin Sheen are in the woods on the lam – maybe because it scares me a little.

Underneath that facade, I’m a terrified little sissy, just like everybody else. But I never let it show.

Within our culture, every school has a swimming pool. We lived on the coast. People swam in the surf. It’s a very sporty nation and at that particular time anyone who had an artistic bent was very much an outsider. So if you liked reading or ideas or playing the piano then your dad viewed you as a sissy, basically.

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling…Whatever happened to wildin’ out and being violent?Whatever happened to catching a good, old-fashioned, passionate ass whoopin’?And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?

I’m a huge Sissy Spacek fan.

The more toppings a man has on his pizza, I believe the more manly he is. […] A manly man don’t want it piled high with vegetables! He would call that a sissy pizza.

Some day we’ll awake, have a reformation of the heart, teach our kids honor and kill a few sex psychologists, put boys in high schools with men teachers (not sissies), close all the girls’ finishing schools, shoot all the effeciency experts and become a nation of God’s people once more.

. . . and God knows we are sensitive to the suffering that has sometimes broken loose to come billowing forth from your appendages like the pungent vapors of whales – often it appears that in this life of experience and accommodation we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. But Sissy . . . hold on!

I didn’t run from the situation. I didn’t hide the ordeal from the reporters like the sissy baseball players. I fought it head-on… We dealt with it. It’s over. And now we’re moving on.

Remember when you were a kid and the boys didn’t like the girls? Only sissies liked girls? What I’m trying to tell you is that nothing’s changed. You think boys grow out of not liking girls, but we don’t grow out of it. We just grow horny. That’s the problem. We mix up liking pussy for liking girls. Believe me, one couldn’t have less to do with the other.

Parenting is not for sissies. You have to sacrifice and grow up

Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.

I grew up in Tennessee, and if you didn’t play football, you were a sissy. I got slurs all the time because I was in music and art…I was an outcast in a lot of ways…but everything that you get picked on for or you feel makes you weird is essentially what’s going to make you sexy as an adult.

I love Tom Wilkinson and Tommy Lee Jones as well as Jessica Chastain. But the person I look up to most, not because I identify with her roles but because of who she is as a person, is Sissy Spacek.

Ernest Hemingway did a great deal toward making the writer an acceptable public figure; obviously, he was no sissy.

The transgender movement even divides itself up by gender, as many folks stick with their same trans-genders (female-to-male or male-to-female). Additionally, the movement gets strangely subdivided among, for example, male cross-dressers, sissy boys, butch women, femme dykes, drag kings, drag queens, transvestites, intersexed, transsexuals (post-op, pre-op, and non-op).

Computer science departments have always considered ‘user interface’ research to be sissy work.

We are becoming a nation of sissies and hypochondriacs, a self medicating society easily intimidated by pain and prone to panic. We understand almost nothing about the essential robustness of the human body or its ability to meet the challenge of illness.

When we think back to our forefathers, with their sedentary lives of forest-chopping, railroad-building, fortune-founding, their fox-hunting and Indian taming, their prancing about in the mazurka and the polka, with their coattails flying and their bustles bouncing, to say nothing of their all-day sessions with the port and straight bourbon,… we must realize that we are a nation, not of neurasthenics, but of sissies and slow-motion sports.

I knew I was weird by the time I was four. I knew I wasn’t like other boys. I knew I was more fearful. I didn’t like the rough and tumble most boys were into. I knew I was a sissy.