Quotes About Clothing

All women's dresses, in every age and country, are merely variations on the eternal struggle between the admitted desire to dress and the un-admitted desire to undress.

I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with 'Guess' on it. I said, 'Thyroid problem?'

I also did something that seems to come naturally to females, although I am sure we are not taught to do it; I placed my underwear in the middle of the stack of clothing.

All the time she's silent. All the women were silent except the white one talking to Trent. If it wasn't for the red, green and gold and that the skirts are often denim, I'd think I was surrounded by Muslim women.

The Italian-owned Benetton label, for example, manufactures its entire clothing line in white. Once the clothes are delivered to distribution centers, Benneton's analysts assess what color or length is in vogue, at which point workers dye and cut the company's shirts, jackets, pants and infant apparel to replicate the style and color preferences popular at the time.

Hence every teaching that flatters or indulges the flesh and teaches temporal things is not of God, because it is not a rod but a reed and softness of clothing (Matt. 11:7-8).

If only evil could always be visible. You could fight it then. You could do something about it. If only evil wore wild clothing and spoke in rhymes. The worst evil snuck up, like a nasty compliment.

Looking like a straight girl] means wearing clothes that seek and destroy comfort. These are garments designed by gay men to attract heterosexual men. The straight girl is simply the hanger for an inside joke.

I developed a deep, abiding fear of jeans, which I still have. I hold my breath and shut my eyes when I pull on a pair in the dressing room, afraid they will now, as then, get stuck at my hips and there I will stand, absurd, staring at the excess of hips that should, if I were a good person, be "slim".

The Hawaiian shirts fairly scream to be put on,

I couldn't believe it. I had broken the law simply by not wearing clothes.

To be healthy meant to be covered. Clothed. Literally and metaphorically.

I do not like wearing clothes," I said, with quite delicate precision. "They chafe. They are uncomfortable around my genitals." And then, remembering all I had learned from Cosmopolitan magazine, I leaned in toward them and added what I thought would be the clincher. "They may seriously hinder my chances of achieving a tantric full-body orgasm.

Their conversation topics are very rarely the things they want to be talking about, and I could write ninety-seven books on body shame and clothing etiquette before you would get even close to understanding them.

There was also the option of a "vest," which covered the marginally less shameful chest area. This area included the sensitive skin protrusions known as "nipples." I had no idea what purpose nipples served, though I did notice a pleasurable sensation when I tenderly stroked my fingers over them.

Toda a roupa recebe a alma de quem a usa.

Still, clothing is a language of respects, he reminds himself, a world of manners that is the basic level of human charity.

Still, clothing is a language of respect, he reminds himself, a world of manners that is the basic level of human charity.

North Americans as a whole need to embrace having clothes altered to their body. I hear it all the time: why do the Europeans always look so good? They have a relationship with their tailor and spend the time and money to make their clothes look their best.

Don't you have any clothes?" "Quite honestly, no I don't." "Cover yourself up!" "Fine." There was a rustling sound. "Okay I'm covered. I had no idea you were such a prude.

Please, Ophelia. You know as well as I do, they make pretty clothes for all sizes. Not like back when all you could buy was a muumuu, over size fourteen.

The killer lived in the first room. My eyes immediately searched for collateral evidence. There were two women's watches lying on the ground next to his mattress. There was a heap of female clothing and umbrellas in the room and some ligatures were also lying around. It seemed like Aladdin's cave to me.

Clothing was magic. Casey believed this. She would never admit this to her classmates in any of her women's studies courses, but she felt that an article of clothing could change a person... Each skirt, blouse, necklace, or humble shoe said something - certain pieces screamed, and others whispered seductively, but no matter, she experienced each item's expression keenly, and she loved this world. every article suggested an image, a life, a kind of woman, and Casey felt drawn to them.

I've always loved clothes. Like any normal woman, I would see a dress, buy it, rip the tags off with my teeth, save the buttons for ten to twelve years in a drawer, and wear it to work.