Quotes About Wearing

I'm sorry I didn't wear paint this morning. I tend not to wear it unless I'm getting highly paid.

These people are amazing. It's so emotional I was thinking about wearing waterproof mascara.

You wearing a thigh sheath?" "Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.

He was a sad case. His jacket was lightweight and yellow. He might have been wearing it for the first time. It was the kind of jacket a foreigner would buy in a store while saying to himself, "I am buying an American jacket.

as the door—we could not persuade her to enter the room again—and identify it as the cause of her distress." "I see," I said. I could envision the scene very well indeed, save for one point of paramount interest. "Do you happen to recall what he was wearing? Jamie?" Lawrence Stern looked

Middlesbrough took a lot out of me, it was enjoyable but draining.

He was wearing a coat made from a thick gray material called Ulster. Ulster is always gray. I'm thinking, sex killers always wear windbreakers.

Ninja therapy is a completely different branch. I could never do that. I don't even like wearing black.

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness. —Emily Dickinson

Someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well, these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king.

I'd had a few drinks and was hitting on a group of goth chicks wearing black and sporting big crucifixes. I later found out they were nuns.

Hell freezing over? I don't know. But the devil's definitely wearing a sweater.

Wearing pantsuits and respectably hemmed skirts of every imaginable pastel, she had verified, cross-checked, and researched her way into mediocrity

Hell freezing over? I don't know. But the devil's definitely wearing a sweater.

People talk about my image, like I come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind, like what I happen to be wearing the day that someone takes my picture is my new statement for all womankind

I don't mind the negative press. Well, actually, I do, but I try to ignore it. But it is really wearing out the family.

Skiing consists of wearing 3,000 worth of clothes and equipment and driving 200 miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and drink.

And so I continue in borderline poverty, save for my one indulgence, no, my single absolute necessity: I take cabs. Yes, on occasion, when I wish to see what people with unpleasant skin conditions are wearing, I do take the subway. I have never, I am proud to say, taken the bus, because people who take the bus have given up.