Quotes About Lace

How to keep—is there any any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch or catch or key to keepBack beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty… from vanishing away?

I collect underwear from my travels. Lace, lingerie, bodysuits... they're like souvenirs.

I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.

To be a shoefitter in Mansfield's was my love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly small, of Clyde Road ladies.

Natasha, in her lilac silk dress trimmed with black lace walked, as women can walk, with the more repose and stateliness the greater the pain and shame in her soul.

I once tried to make lace - which has been a great obsession of women - unsexy. And I achieved it.

The trees were all encased in ice, limbless-looking where their black trunks rose in aureoles of lace, bright seafans shimmering in the wind and tinkling with an endless bell-like sound, a carillon in miniature, and glittering shards of ice falling in sporadic hail everywhere through the woods and marking the snow with incomprehensible runes.

It's a bit o' real lace, ses the gal, twisting her 'ead round to look at the collar; it cost me one and two-three only last night. One an' wot? ses Charlie, who, not being a married man, didn't understand 'er. One shilling, ses the gal, two pennies, and three farthings. D'ye understand that?

How daintily the butterfly Flits to the spider's lace Entranced by glimm'ring silver strings Entwined with glist'ning grace. How craftily the spider speaks And whispers, 'All is well,' Caresses it with poison'd feet And sucks it to a shell

It ratified a theory of mine that great writing could sneak up on you, master of a thousand disguises: prodigal kinsman, messenger boy, class clown, commander of artillery, altar boy, lace maker, exiled king, peacemaker, or moon goddess.

He could guess the end, the finale. There was an inverted symmetry: Riviera puts the dreamgirl together, the dreamgirl takes him apart. With those hands. Dreamblood soaking the rotten lace.

Irish lace, hanging in the windows, filters the afternoon light, softening the lines on her face.

Natasha, in her lilac silk dress trimmed with black lace walked, as women can walk, with the more repose and stateliness the greater the pain and shame in her soul.

I am very petite and feel that structured clothes look very flattering on me. That's why I always pick up clothes which are neat, pretty, have lace or made of soft fabrics.

Why, sir, said he, looking about him, what splendour I see: gold lace, breeches, cocked hats. Allow me to recommend a sandwich. And would you be contemplating an attack, at all? It had crossed my mind, I must admit, said Jack. Indeed, I may go so far as to say, that I am afraid a conflict is now virtually inevitable. Did you notice we have cleared for action?

I have a showroom where we experiment with twelve cakes. We develop sketches and ideas for cakes for the next season. We work with the top fashion designers to see what type of lace they are using or work with the top florist for us to be able to make various sugar roses or flowers.

It was black (of course), but it was different shades of black. The fabric was charcoal black and the trim was metallic black and the lining was obsidian black and the buttons were tiny silver raven skulls with even tinier twinkling black eyes. The sleeves were swooping and edged with black lace, but because Pins knew how Witches were, the lace could be tied back out of the way and there were very practical tight black sleeves underneath.

Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning, Shane said. Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?

Many an Irish property was increased by the lace of a daughter's petticoat.

The Earl of Chlincham sent a charming gift of some hem stitched sheets edged with real lace and a photo of himself in a striking attitude.

The lace flowed in a V down the bodice to mirror the cut of the back of the dress. I looked like someone else in it, someone older and wiser. Someone with a pure heart that held no secrets. Someone … not like me.

The funeral home might be McInerney's, which has matchbooks that bear a poem beginning, "Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerney, I'm nearing the end of life's pleasant journey.

The tall tree above him formed a burnished metallic lace against the blurry evening sky.

Are you particularly attached to these? He fingered the lace around the crease where her thigh curved against the most intimate part of her. "Wh-what?" Her hands dripped form his head to dig into the sheets. He filed away her responsiveness when touched in that particular area. I'll take that as a no." Gipping hold of the front, he tore the fragile fabric off her body. The scraps fell away like mist.