Quotes About Velvet

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep

Los labios de Abel estaban fríos como la nieve, pero más allá de los labios encontró el calor del tejido de terciopelo rojo, el tejido sobre la cubierta nocturna de un barco.

She wore a red velvet tunic and had a mop of golden air so thick and pliant that she could sweep it in a neat curtain over her upper face, down almost to her pouting lips.

Known colloquially as 'winter,' 'golden needle,' and 'velvet foot' mushrooms, enoki mushrooms grow across much of the world, inhabiting dead conifer trees and stumps, and generally appearing throughout the late fall and winter months.

It was a lovely feeling, dying. I can remember being in the hospital, all wired up to tubes and thinking, 'If only you'd take these tubes out, it feels so nice.' It felt so - it felt like being in a bath of velvet. It was such a nice feeling. Everything felt so soft and floppy, and I wanted to go.

I have a Saint Laurent burgundy velvet jacket that has gold stars embroidered all over it and it's my magic piece of clothing that makes me feel like a wizard or something.

What shall I do? screamed his son. Sit until time embraces you into the bosom of its velvet quiet, cried the father. Like this? cried his son as his son became dust.

He had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

He thought as he stared at Will in the shadowy hall that he had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

But, for four years, he had seen others who had refused to recognize defeat, men who rode gaily into sure disaster because they were gallant. And they had been defeated, just the same. He thought as he stared at Will in the shadowy hall that he had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Red had been his badge of pride, red velvet, a flowing cape, magnificently embroidered doublet, and beneath it a tunic of gold silk tissue, so very popular in thos times.

Justine's childhood was dark and velvety and it smelled of dust.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:Wherever we goSilence will fall like dewsOn white silence below.

Baines smiled, voice like a velvet glove across the back of Kit's neck.

A whirl of color, patches like autumn leaves tossed in a wind, and when Will squinted right, knowing what he was looking for, he could make out a slender man huddled under a black velvet hood, his shoulders aswirl with a cloak that caught the light through the leaded windows in all colors and none. When Will looked at him directly, he seemed to fade into transparency and shadows.

The crown of shadows that capped his golden hair seemed to draw a rich dark tint from the crimson velvet of his breeches, and his eyes caught more light than the sunset sky had to offer.

Jane stood from a plush chair beside tall arched windows and smoothed her skirt over her thighs, her tailored navy skirt contrasting with Carel's flowing velvet as if it had been chosen to do so. Carel strode toward her, soft brown boots scuffing on her marble floor, and settled on her heels a measured four feet away.

The Mebd's three knights flanked her chair; Will caught a glimpse of Kit's pouting lower lip below the black velvet of his mask and bit his own lip hard at an utterly inappropriate flaring of desire.

He was shining dark, and exceeding fair: beautiful and awful, his long hands pale as bones against the red velvet of his coat.

History remembers the velvet hearted.