Gugu Mbatha-Raw Quotes

I'm a bit of a like girly-girl, really, I like flowery stuff.

I am quite girly.

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is just perfect-looking. Whether she's walking down the street, she looks so regal and elegant all the time, and I love that.

Just Cavalli for Her is a flowery and sexy fragrance. I like its freshness and feminine scent.

A woman can be sexy, charming, witty or shy with her shoes.

I love to look at women with good bones and good bodies in good clothes.

I love to see a woman in high-heeled shoes. There's something about the curve of the feet up the leg to the butt that's really, really wonderful, and the right pair of shoes can give you the right silhouette.

When I see grace in a woman, that's very sexy. You can tell by how someone moves or their rhythm.

The neck is kind of what's sexy in Japan, so you have to have the kimono a little bit back. It was just a whole different way of appealing to what was sexy.

The sexiest part of a woman's body is the back of her kneecaps.

I am the girliest girl.

I put everything I think is sexy into my shoes.

I love a white shirt; there's nothing sexier on a woman than a white men's shirt.

I love dresses that just skim the body, that suggest what's underneath rather than display it.

Spanish women are so sexy. The way they move and talk drives me crazy!

Sometimes I'm very feminine - I wear tight skirts and pumps.

I always try to keep one very feminine quality to my style.

...when you put on your shortest dress, please leave some mystery in it. That's the difference between a miniskirt and a ho-skirt. A ho-skirt shows your Frisbee. A miniskirt shows just enough to cause some mystery. What these young women lack is mystery.

Charm is to a woman what perfume is to a flower.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

A fragrance always combines femininity and sensuality.

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.

I'm excited to be seen as sexy. But not slutty.

Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather or fabric, can match that velvet whisper of flesh. No matter how unequal they may be in any other ways, all women, old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, have that perfection. It's a great part of the reason why men hunger to possess women, and so often convince themselves that they do possess them: the thigh, that touch.

But then she was not awkward, she was slow-flowing, graceful, seductive - a seductiveness that had nothing to do with breast and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recesses of the body