Quotes About Clothes

I am a fashion graduate, and I try to make a fashion statement which defines my individuality, as clothes are not just what you wear, but they also communicate.

It's amazing how many different dresses you need for television. When I first started, it was a really steep curve to get to the point where I felt like I finally had enough clothes.

Morality shoots short of heaven. It is only nature refined. A moral man is but old Adam dressed in fine clothes. The king's image counterfeited and stamped upon brass will not go current.

Mrs. Bluebird, like most mothers, is altogether too busy to spend much time taking care of her clothes; and fine clothes need a lot of care

All the clothes in my closet are Oakland, California, clothes. You can't wear those anywhere else. The barometric pressure drops and then where are you?

I have always loved fashion and clothes. I mean, I was Grace Kelly for Halloween in fifth grade, which is why going to Monaco was so incredible - I've always kind of been obsessed with her.

I still don't think I'm a fashion guy. I think I'm a clothes guy. I'm a little obsessive.

We were both very much the same. We were both very impulsive. We both loved life. We both loved shopping. We both had a love of clothes, obviously, because he was the designer that I kind of wore forever and ever.

To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

In his dark eyes was a deep misery which he wore with the same ease and pleasantness as he wore his close-sitting clothes.

The expression one wears on one's face is far more important than the clothes one wears on one's back.

What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than in J. C. Penney pantsuits.

Why did you need to see my ID?" "This is an exclusive service, Mr. Orlean," she said with no chink of humanity in her face. "And we like to know exactly who it is we're dealing with." "Oh," I said. "So it wasn't because of my clothes or my race?" "The lower races come in all colors, Mr. Orlean. And none of them get back here.

To think of what he must have done to have inflicted so much damage /.../. It was hard to believe. It was hard to believe anything good about out species. Was this what we were - cruel apes who wore clothes and washed and perfumed our bodies?

It's funny what they say about men in uniform - how people think women just can't resist 'em. Fact is, I think we're just pleased to see a man groomed, bathed, and wearing clothes that fit him.

The old Arab epigram drifted into his mind, that God invented silk so that women could be naked in clothes

The truth is that if we are to have translation at all we must have periodical retranslation. There is no such thing as translating a book into another language once and for all, for a language is a changing thing. If your son is to have clothes it is no good buying him a suit once and for all: he will grow out of it and have to be reclothed.

I always loved fashion and clothes. Not because I think that's a woman's place, but because I care about aesthetics. I like art; I like going to art museums, and to me, these things are just manifestations of one's aesthetic sense.

I purchased some clothes for you," Theodora said..."I was given you measurements, so hopefully they fit. If they don't, you will have to either lose or gain weight or height.

The next morning I learned why our room was called the Far East Suite. It was located in the corner of the Lost Arms that was the farthest east, and so the very first rays of the sunlight came through the shutters and poked me in the eye. "Go play," I told the sunlight. "I'll catch up with you later." The sunlight insisted that I wake up right this very minute, so I sat up in bed and went into the bathroom to wash my face and change my clothes.

Dean is still asleep. His clothes are strewn about. The shutters are closed. He never dreams. He's like a dead musician, like a spent runner. He hasn't the strength to dream, or rather, his dreams take place while he is awake and they are marvelous for at least one quality: he has the power to prolong them.

Time has become a melding of minutes and months and the feeling of seasons. […] Leon says it is the Bhutan Time Warp and I know what he means. Time does not hurl itself forward at breakneck speed here. Change happens very slowly. A grandmother and her granddaughter wear the same kind of clothes, they do the same work, they know the same songs. The granddaughter does not find her grandmother an embarrassing, boring relic.

She would use her beauty and her clothes as armor, rise above it and refuse to let anyone see how much she hurt.