Quotes About Clothing

I'll use men's shirts, I love men's shirts, but you have to get them altered because they're shaped differently and I like them to be fitting.

The whole thing of clothes is insane. You can spend a dollar on a jacket in a thrift store. And you can spend a thousand dollars on a jacket in a shop. And if you saw those two jackets walking down the street, you probably wouldn't know which was which.

I've been to nudist beaches, like twice. But honestly, I just don't want to see these people naked. Most people look better with their clothes on, and the few that don't, look better than you, so why bother?

When I was 18 years old, I had a Saturday job working in a clothing store on London's Bond Street. I would fold T-shirts for ten hours at a time and get paid £19 for the privilege.

My on-set, keep-warm jacket is a Patagonia, and they make sure the people who make their clothes are paid fairly, along with a load of other great stuff and initiatives. They're a business, but they put their money where their mouth is in terms of caring and responsibility.

His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,And there was a hole where his tail came through.

I love women's fashion, but women don't need me as much as men do. It's the men who have nothing to wear.

If clothes are camouflage, then scars are exclamation points of honesty.

You aren't aware your clothes are getting wet in the rain.

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There are things a man learns about the cold, and the first one is never to work up a sweat, for when a sweating man slows down or stops the sweat freezes inside his clothing, forming a thin coating of ice near the skin. After that, unless one finds shelter quickly, it is only a matter of time. He had also learned not to dress too heavily, but to wear the garments loose so they form a cushion of warm air next to the body.

You can turn your hand to anything, you clever girl, so do come and give me some advice, for I am in the depths of despair, said Fanny, when the maid-of-all-work, as Polly called herself, found a leisure hour. What is it? Moths in the furs, a smokey chimney, or small-pox next door? asked Polly as they entered Fan's room, where Maud was trying on old bonnets before the looking glass. Actually I have nothing to wear, began Fan impressively.

For instance, a man generally doesn't even know how small a woman is until he holds an article of her clothing up in front of him, one of her nightgowns, say, and sees how small and flimsy it is and how like a child's and unlike his own, and how thick and heavy his hands seem.

the fading clothes in the old almirahs were distributed amongst the sweeper-women and other servants on the Estate, so that for years afterwards the heirs of William Methwold were cared for by men and women wearing the increasingly ragged shirts and cotton print dresses of their erstwhile masters.

When you have worn out yourshoes, the strength of the shoe leather has passed into the fiber ofyour body. I measure your health by the number of shoes and hats andclothes you have worn out.

The free worker receives a wage; the slave an education, food, care, clothing; the money that the master spends to keep the slave is drained little by little and in detail; one hardly perceives it.1

Nettie, I am making some pants for you to beat the heat in Africa. Soft, white, thin. Drawstring waist. You won't ever have to feel too hot and overdress again. I plan to make them by hand. Every stitch I sew will be a kiss.

ARMOR, n. The kind of clothing worn by a man whose tailor is a blacksmith.

Poor kids often dressed up. It was rich kids who dressed down, carefully assembling a blue-collar costume: eighty-dollar designer jeans that had been professionally faded and tattered and worn-out

Life is competitive; clothes gird us for the competition.

I'm freakishly tall, so finding pants that fit is something I've struggled with my whole life.

Clothes can be important. I am learning this. For instance, often when I design and I wonder what is the point, I think of someone having a bad time in their life.

Rosalia is dressed in raven clothes forty years too old for her, so that she seems to be in mourning for her life.

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.