Quotes About Style

She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.

Everything was elegant and cool, including Frederics, who was slicker than the path to hell.

In the bank they did the same kind of stuff the fortune-teller and the bookie had done. But they dressed better.

I took some time to evaluate them, and concluded that fashionable dress was heavily dependent on who was wearing it. I

Susan came down the hall in a white dress that fit her well. She looked like she was receiving an Academy Award for stunningness. I

She wore a lot of makeup, badly applied. There was lipstick on her teeth. If she'd been a dancer, it must have been in Fantasia.

He had on a red sleeveless jumpsuit, black shirt with bell sleeves, high-heeled black patent leather boots with black laces. A full-length black leather trench coat hung open.

O'Mara sat back down and crossed his legs effortlessly. His freshly creased slacks were the color of butterscotch. His wing-tipped loafers were burgundy. He wore no socks. He had on a starched white shirt, open at the throat, and a blue blazer with brass buttons. My clothes must never fit that well, I thought. I'd be overwhelmed with sexual opportunities, and never get any work done. I promised myself to be careful.

She was sleek and stylish, every hair in place, slim and elegant. When preparing meals in the kitchen or baking a cake, she never appeared disheveled, never a dab of flour on her face. Even her aprons were stylish, not merely to protect her from spills or splashes. They matched whatever she was wearing.

I had seen Tyson in person only once, and then from a block away. He was a nice-looking kid, but held himself close, as if wary. Amber was the opposite. She was lean, pretty, and her smile was bright with confident energy. A blousy, off-the-shoulder cream top exposed flawless skin, and long, slender legs were revealed by little white shorts that were loose, but not nasty. The Gucci sunglasses looked great on her.

New' is a word for fools in towns who think / Style upon style in dress and thought at last / Must get somewhere.

The truth is that everything starts from the top. What determines your failure or success is your style of leadership and the chain of command that you design.

It has an edge because it is so different. Soon imitators pop up everywhere. It becomes a fashion, something to conform to, even if the comformity appears to be rebellious and edgy. This can drag on for ten, twenty years; it eventually becomes a cliche, ppure style without any real emotion or need.

Yer skirt invites a man's attention. I've seen handkerchiefs that were bigger." She swung her handbag over her shoulder. "At least I wear underwear under my skirt." "I hope they're nice since everyone is sure to see them.

Maybe we honor the abusive style of so many coaches and other public figures because their public actions lend credibility to our own private outbursts.

other dressed like someone who worked at some Internet start-up in Seattle.

An existing individual is constantly in process of becoming,... and translates all his thinking into terms of process. It is with (him)... as it is with a writer and his style; for he only has a style who never has anything finished, but 'moves the waters of the language' every time he begins, so that the most common expression comes into being for him with the freshness of a new birth.

No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice. Some sexy guy boots. Yeah.

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

So that's why Ivy always used canvas bags . It wasn't because she was especially eco-minded. They were quiet.

I was with a six-foot-four, athletic, angsty young man dressed in casual linen pants and matching fawn-colored shirt. Under it was a skintight two-piece suit of silk and spandex that had set us back a couple hundred dollars, but after seeing him in it, my head bobbed and my card came out.

I could run, too, but my feet hurt. It's tough being a fashion vixen.

So what are you going to wear to the apocalypse? I'm thinking something sparkly and transfixing."-Nix

My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.