Quotes About Clothes

It is simple as this: she has a complicated life and her clothes can't help but show it. It is all part of her unique disheveled glamour.

she studied his clothes, his top hat. "And you've just come from Parliament? How are you finding that?" "It's much like piracy. You tell your enemies that if they don't fall in line, you'll leave them to die.

I couldn't care less about fashion. If I had taken any clothes home, they would have remained in my closet for the rest of their existence.

Once she was out of her clothes and into a warm robe, she headed back downstairs, passing the bathroom door, where she could hear Daphne begging Elvis to get into the tub with her. A tremendous splash told Sabrina that the little girl had gotten her wish.

Because of what's going on with the economy, I think women are realizing that maybe they don't need a closet full of clothes. They just need the right clothes.

You talk more when you're nervous," he said, still standing close to her. "No i don't. That's absurd. I'm just trying to explain to you-" "Do i make you nervous?" "No. I'm not nervous." "You're trembling." "I'm cold. I'm wearing practically zero clothes." His glance went to her lips, then back to her eyes. "I noticed.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

it looks a little eccentric or at the very least as though her washing machine's broken and this outfit is made up of the only clean clothes she could find.

The key to maximizing this perception is making sure you make lots of angry and tense phone calls while your clothes are being measured.

One stipulation to my borrowing your clothes is that you have to have worn the item at least once before I borrow it. I'm not a monster.

Although a life-long fashion dropout, I have absorbed enough by reading Harper's Bazaar while waiting at the dentist's to have grasped that the purpose of fashion is to make A Statement. My own modest Statement, discerned by true cognoscenti, is, "Woman Who Wears Clothes So She Won't Be Naked."

I'm addicted to laughing. I go to see a lot of comedy shows. I'm addicted to playing really loud and obnoxious rock music in my car. I'm addicted to beautiful clothes and shoes. I just love gorgeous stuff and work hard to acquire pretty things, shiny things. I'm addicted to shiny things!

Maybe you should release me now and change back to your jaguar form." "Why?" "You're naked." "They'll have brought me clothes. If not, who cares?" "Oh.

Zaira blew out a breath and, getting out of bed, began to pace. Since she was dressed in only a pair of black panties, the sight was distracting despite the serious nature of their discussion, but Aden didn't tell her to put on clothes. He was an Arrow, not an idiot.

One thing I know from living with Jack is that war, any war, stains a man deep, and nothing can get the stain out. They can wear clothes like a rancher or a banker, but the stains are under there, never far from the surface of their skin.

Keep it. When you have enough of my clothes at your place, I'll have to start staying overnight so I can get dressed." "Dream on, Savoie." "Every night, detective.

All baby clothes are adorable, whoever they're meant for (and in the end, of course, they're meant for the parents). All remind you of how vulnerable an infant is, how wholly incompetent and in need of adult largess. You don't look at blue clothes and think "strong" or pink clothes and think "fragile." You look at everything in these micromatized dimensions and think, "How precious! How ridiculous! What was evolution thinking of?

Hild understood and suspended judgment, as she had learnt to do in her strange position as the light of the world in a maid's clothes. And yet she was ten, only ten, her heft only that of her gaze and words and bearing, especially on days like this when she had set out in her plainest short cyrtel and hose and left all her fine stuff safe and dry in Begu's room.

His clothes smelt of the crisp green-apple smoke of burning birch from the hearth of Wen, the young widow with the freckles, who shaved the priests and those of the king's men who liked smooth chins.

The end of the room dripped and glowed an eerie vampire-cavern red. Blood dripped onto the body below, thickly, silently, the drops absorbed by its clothes.

Hey you, feasting at the table on the shore,with bread on your plate, clothes on your body. Someone from the water beckons you, beating the heavy tide with his exhausted hands... --translated by Kayvan Tahmasebian and Rebecca Ruth Gould

Clothes are not meant to make people think about what is under the clothes. Clothes are meant to direct attention to what is not under them: merciful hands that serve others in the name of Christ, beautiful feet that carry the gospel where it is needed, and the brightness of a face that has beheld the glory of Jesus.

Their clothes have become transparent, so she watches them wed entropy. Our bodies are poor, dirty, grist—without exception—for the mill.

When my desire grows too fierce I wear my bed clothes inside out, dark as the night's rough husk.