Quotes About Velvet

My six favorite textures for fall and winter are leather, fur, tweed, mohair, velvet and wool. I love that they are all as warm as they are fashionable and easy to incorporate into your wardrobe.

I have four or five custom suits, including one that's velvet, and a gray one I wear onstage. It's wool.

I have been told lately that Fuseli was travelling by coach and a gentleman opposite him said: "I understand, Mr. Fuseli, that you... I have been told lately that Fuseli was travelling by coach and a gentleman opposite him said: "I understand, Mr. Fuseli, that you are a painter; it may interest you to know that I have a daughter who paints on velvet." Fuseli rose instantly and said in a strong foreign accent, "Let me get out.

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

Her eyes are like velvet, the way only dark eyes can be, hers now are a mixture of still water and silt, revealing nothing at present except a kind of drowsy sweetness.

In one room the carpet had been rolled back, and a hunchback wearing a velvet smoking-jacket was playing an accordion, writhing backwards and forwards as he attacked his instrument with demiurgic frenzy.

Monkeys are dangerous animals. Don't be fooled by the cute exterior, Eve said like she was imparting some sage wisdom. Look, I explained, I'm sure those monkeys were just mad about something like being trapped in a cage or being forced to wear velvet vests and dance to accordion music.

outshines little Elizabeth Taylor as Velvet. The child is completely natural and unaffected, with a very sweet expressive face and the most beautiful soft blue eyes I've seen on the screen in a long time" (quoted in Haggerty, 2011). Taylor remained contracted to MGM for the next

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.

Mrs. Wardell wagged her finger and stood up to go. 'But you're looking very nice in your blue velvet,' she said. 'I must rush off now. Old Dr. Fremantle and his wife are coming to supper. So depressing.' She sighed. 'Reminiscences of Oxford in the eighties, with a few daring little academic jokes. And poor Olive's so dreary.

The man wore black velvet, and on every branch of his wide-spreading antlers a tiny white candle burned serenely, anchored in its own wax. The man's dark, lambent eyes met Sean's, and Sean knew, then and ever after, that the stag-headed man understood him and loved him as no one in his life would.

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

tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months

Life, in her experience, had a kind of velvet luster. You looked at yourself from one perspective and all you saw was weirdness. Move your head a little bit, though, and everything looked reasonably normal.

And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly to her next adventures.

I saw a Vacancy sign in a brownstone on Lexington Avenue, rang the bell, the door swung open, and there she was: a squat, middle-aged woman with a purple velvet bow perched on her raven-dyed hair and a look of delighted astonishment on her face. She was encased in a dress of iridescent taffeta; on her feet, over her stockings, she wore tan socks and over these—high heeled patent leather pumps.

so thick with cobwebs it seemed like skeletons had decorated for a party. Raven fought her way through the webs to the far wall and ripped the velvet cloth off the mirror. She saw her own reflection staring back—long black hair with purple highlights, dark eyebrows

A black pendant in the shape of a heart lay in her hand. It was carved with roses and strung onto a velvet cord.

They strolled toward town, stopping now and then to let him catch his breath and to gaze upward, for the west Kansas sky is black velvet on clear, cool December nights, and the Milky Way is strung across it like the diamond necklace of a crooked banker's mistress.

the west Kansas sky is black velvet on clear, cool December nights, and the Milky Way is strung across it like the diamond necklace of a crooked banker's mistress.

Damn it, the tiger played velvet paws with me, didn't he?

The delicate place. This pretty pink flower. The center of me. Secret spot. My thornless rose. The forbidden canal.   There must be fifty others. It's Daisy's wall of awful vagina euphemisms.   My forbidden garden. Her velvet slipper.   Yeesh.

She stood leaning against a column, a cocktail glass in her hand. She wore a suit of black velvet; the heavy cloth, which transmitted no light rays, held her anchored to reality by stopping the light that flowed too freely through the flesh of her hands, her neck, her face. A white spark of fire flashed like a cold metallic cross in the glass she held, as if it were a lens gathering the diffused radiance of her skin.

I told you just what she was—all velvet and claws!