Quotes About Clothes

I've always been into fashion. I guess the NBA kinda gave me a platform to just express myself through my clothes.

I was always trying on clothes, always really into fashion, ever since probably kindergarten.

I'm a kid from Kansas, so J.C. Penney was where I got all my clothes from kindergarten to around 7th grade.

Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. "My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them." "Then strip." "I beg your pardon?" He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn't possibly have heard right.

Now she could only shape him to her own ideal. She preferred him as a father, tall and gentle-voiced. She tried him in good clothes. She sat him gravely in a parlor, amid the rustle of silk dresses. She heard the clink of silver on a china rim.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

Would he come pick me up at Barrons for our date? Gee, what if my enigmatic and cold-blooded host chose that night to turn off the outside lights again? Bye-bye cute boy, hello pile of clothes.

Having a teenager is like having a really, really shitty roommate. They eat all your food and steal your clothes and take money out of your purse and borrow your car without asking.

One can translate an editorial but not a poem. For one can go across the border naked but not without one's skin; for, unlike clothes, one cannot get a new skin.

There are two kinds of writers, those who are and those who aren't. With the first, content and form belong together like soul and body; with the second, they match each other like body and clothes.

There are two kinds of writers. With the first, content and form belong together like soul and body; with the second, they match each other like body and clothes.

I'm not really a fashion designer. I just love clothes. I've never been to design school. I can't sketch. I can't cut patterns and things. I can shorten things. I can make a dress out of a scarf.

The money might pay for food and shelter and clothes, but money cannot buy love, and that is what you gave, both of you; and it is for that that we now pay as well as we can.

Sleep now, Alone in the sleeves of grief, Listening to clothes falling And your flesh touching God;

Our heavenly Father is great in mercy, He feeds and clothes us everyday, We will worship and humbly learn from him For our Lord clothes the grass of the field.

She was wearing the same clothes, but now she looked haggard and dirty. The delicate illusions that get us through life can only stand so much strain.

The sun woke me up the next morning. I sat up and groaned. My clothes were full of sand.

Like the aristocracy, you can tell a reporter's status by his clothes and manners. The worse they are, the higher up they are

The irony is that people are surviving lockdown thanks to the arts. For centuries, the task of washing clothes has been made more bearable by singing.

And you expect me to commute two hours each way from the Keep to the Order. I kept my voice mild. I suppose I won't be needing my job, my house, or my clothes anymore. I didn't say that. Although let me get back to you on the clothes. It's still under consideration.

He glanced at me, his eyes dark. Would you rather talk about your dream? No. Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you? He glanced at me. His voice could've melted the clothes off my body. Were you touching me?

And the next time you choose to project into my dreams, do keep your clothes on." He smiled. It was a very male, self-aware smile, not just sexual but carnal. The predatory look in his eyes turned ravaging. I felt the need to grab a napkin and hold it in front of me like a shield. "I can project, but I would have to be next to you to do it." Oh crap.

I rode out of the stables on top of an eight-foot-tall donkey that looked like she had robbed a Holstein cow and was now wearing the stolen clothes.