Quotes About Collar

An ex-libris is to the book what a collar is to the dog

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

In fact, he'd given me a trace of a smile. My short curly hair he'd rendered thick swirls as if it were an Apollonian halo. He'd carved my shirt collar, jacket lapel and tie with equal grace.

Kloof barked excitedly and Stig hurried to grab her collar before she could go after Wulf and fetch him.

There's blood on my mouth, and through the twisted collar of his shirt I can see a pale handprint darkening where my left hand clenched, somehow not hard enough to break skin, crush bone. My whole body shudders and he pulls me naked into his embrace. I bury my head against his shoulder and I am weeping, am laughing, am shivering in the cold capsule of air.

Seeker caught the amber-green glitter of his gaze-and the matching glitter of the long, smooth collar of golden mesh that lay behind the open neckline of his shirt, how upon his breastbone.

Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.

For God's sake. In movies, they fix the note to a dog's collar and it trots off obediently, no nonsense.

It is said, in a Gorean proverb, that a man, in his heart, desires freedom, and that a woman, in her belly, yearns for love. The collar, in its way, answers both needs. The man is most free, owning the slave. He may do what he wishes with her. The woman, on the other hand, being owned, is institutionally and helplessly subject, in her status as slave, to the submissions of love.

In the wake of tragedy, people are often tempted to tell the mourners "Everything happens for reason," "It will all work out for the best," or "This is all part of God's plan." Reverend Swetnam, a devoted man of the cloth, was having none of it. "If this was the work of God," he said, "I'll tear off this clerical collar.

Thinking of his unsettled dreams, and puzzled by their missing sound track, Jim tugged at his ruffed collar.

As he left for the scaffold, ... He refused to get into the tumbril. "Innocent people should go on foot!" he said....When the moment came to lie down on the plank, he said to the headsman, as he asked him to turn down his collar which came up to his neck, "My coat belongs to you, try and not cut it.

Mrs. Littnauer must have brought thirty dresses back to the fitting room for me to try on. But most of them weren't right on me. I was sixteen years old and a size sixteen, not, after all, a very promising combination. There was one rose velvet thing with a white lace collar and cuffs, cut in a princess line, which didn't look bad, but there was nothing at all sophisticated about it ... 'Put me in a pair of Mary Janes and I'll look like a five-year-old from Brobdingnag,' I said.

I like to turn up my collar when I'm leaving the theatre and feel like I'm some heroic comedian figure.

Dirt is a great respecter of persons; it lets you alone when you are well dressed, but as soon as your collar is gone it flies towards you from all directions.

He was a very elegant young gentleman, of engaging address, and fashionable appearance. His glossy brown locks were brushed into the Windswept style; the points of his collar reached his cheek- bones; his neckcloth was fearfully and wonderfully tied;

Recycling is an area where jobs could be created at low cost. Green collar workers. That's not very sexy.

And yet, I seemed to feel my eyes bound, too, with bands of silk. And at my throat there was a velvet collar.

As a composer, Dylan now fits comfortably alongside George Gershwin or Irving Berlin, though he grumpily refuses to wear any man's collar.

Your collar is a mark of the Twolegs, and that noisy jingling will make you a poor hunter at best. At worst, it will bring the Twolegs into our territory, looking for the poor lost kittypet who fills the woods with his pitiful tinkling." All the cats howled in agreement. Longtail went on, well aware that he had the support of his audience. "The noise of your treacherous bell will alert our enemies, even if your Twoleg stench doesn't!

On collar wounds, we normally manage to save them, but they can take weeks to heal because they're so deep, and they sort of grow into the flesh under the arm.

Myron put the phone back in his pocket and crossed the path. Dog Collar had his hands jammed into his pants pockets as though he was searching for something that had pissed him off. His shoulders were hunched. He had a tattoo on his neck—Myron couldn't tell what it was—and he was pulling on his cigarette as though he meant to finish it with one inhale. "Hey

Buck up, man," Simon grunted, grabbing him by the collar. "This is getting embarrassing." He turned to Daphne. "I'm going to have to take him outside now. We can't leave him here in the hall. He's liable to start moaning like a sickened cow—" "I rather thought he'd already started," Daphne said. Simon felt one corner of his mouth twist up in a reluctant smile.

This is impossible." "This what?" I clutch the collar of his shirt in my fingers. His face is so close l study the varying color of his eyes. For a long time, he says nothing. Stares at me in that way that makes me want to squirm. For a moment, it seems that his irises glow and the pupils shrink to slits. Then, he mutters, "A hunter in love with his prey