Quotes About Woolen

Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...

What Singer said: I wonder what these people thought thousands of years ago of these sparks they saw when they took off their woolen clothes?

Spit Fyre had also developed a taste for the blue woolen cloaks worn by the Ordinary Wizards,

When I was a punk teenager, I rebelled because lots of people in Iceland think that foreigners are evil and that if you don't wear woolen hats and eat sheep, you're betraying your heritage.

corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed

It was a quilt of patches left over from the woolen coats that had passed through the family

Silk--that's what I want rubbing against me. I feel so woolen all the time.

At first the night travel promised to be fatiguing, but that was on account of pyjamas. This foolish night-dress consists of jacket and drawers. Sometimes they are made of silk, sometimes of a raspy, scratchy, slazy woolen material with a sandpaper surface. The drawers are loose elephant-legged and elephant-waisted things, and instead of buttoning around the body there

London shops copied the woolen jacket he had worn in the Crimea—called a "Cardigan"—and thousands were sold.

Constable Moore had reached the age when men can subject their bodies to the worst irritations—whiskey, cigars, woolen clothes, bagpipes—without feeling a thing or, at least, without letting on.

Hermes, dear Hermes, Maia's son from Kyllene, I pray to you, for I'm frozen and I shiver. Give Hipponax a woolen overcoat, a Persian cape, some sandals and felt slippers, and sixty gold staters for his inner wall. Give Hipponax a woolen overcoat. I tell you, his teeth are rattling in his head! But from you never even a shabby coat against the very cold or slippers to keep my toes from freezing.

Note savages, eh? They live in mountain caves and dress like wild men. They walk about in woolen petticoats, which they are not in the least modest about casting aside when they need their sword arms free. Dash me, can you even begin to imagine the sight of a horde of naked, hairy-legged creatures charging at you across a battlefield like bloody fiends out of hell—screaming and flailing those great bloody swords and axes of theirs like scythes? Not savages?