Quotes About Clothes

Shopping for clothes is time consuming, it's tiring, and it can feel like a waste of an autumn afternoon.

Cancer taught me to stop saving things for a special occasion. Every day is special. You don't have to get cancer to start living life to the fullest. My post-cancer philosophy? No wasted time. No ugly clothes. No boring movies.

You see the hair and the clothes, I look flamboyant. But I'm not the guy with the lake house and the boat. I don't own a home, or a plane. Really, all I want in life is beer in the fridge and a hot rod.

I've always negotiated the world very physically, from football to tussling at the playground to taking my clothes off.

I do get pleasure from very inconsequential things, like shopping for clothes.

We had plenty of clothes and no money.

The flapper has charm, good looks, good clothes, intellect and a healthy point of view.

Makeup is an accessory to fashion. You buy a bag, you buy shoes, you put on eyeliner, you buy a lipstick, makeup compliments the clothes.

Having done 'M. Butterfly,' I'm conscious of the choices women make with their clothes and makeup on screen.

Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

I look suspicious if I dress in sort of benign clothes, going to the airport.

I don't want anyone to get seriously hurt. But I do watch awards shows to critique the clothes while I sit around eating chips in my sweat pants and in hopes of seeing some hilarious accidental nudity.

I went swimming the other day and my wife was watching and she said, 'You know, it's funny, it's when you've got no clothes on, no one recognizes you.' I said, 'What are you saying? That I should do more love scenes?'

I see there is a lot of behaviour in men's fashion, which is systematic. It's a lot about all these kind of clothes that can be easily combined with each other, and it's less and less, I think, about making a fashion statement.

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Travis: I didn't know they made permanent makeup. I looked like a clown for a month. Connor: Yeah. They put a curse on me so that no matter what I wore, my clothes were two sizes too small and I felt like a geek. Travis: You are a geek.

Travis: The Aphrodite kids were ripping each other's clothes and throwing lipstick and jewellery. It was like a rabid herd of wild Bratz.

Mini-Hedge would stomp around on Buford's top, randomly saying things like "CUT THAT OUT!" "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" and the ever-popular "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!

Bes had indeed put on his ugly outfit. He climbed onto the roof of the limbo and stood there, legs planted, arms akimbo, like superman-exept with only the underwear. I wasn't sure what to say except: Put some clothes on! These children are under my protection, Bes insisted. I don't know you, I said, I never met you before today. Nonsense. You expressly asked for my attention. I didn't ask for the Speedo Patrol!

The intercom crackled. Buford's Mini-Hedge yelled over the speakers, "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!

You're late,' she announced. Her eyes gleamed. 'Sorry, Sunshine,' Leo said. 'Traffic was murder.' 'You are covered with soot,' she noted. 'And you managed to ruin the clothes I made for you, which were impossible to ruin.' 'Well, you know.' Leo shrugged. Somebody had released a hundred pachinko balls in his chest. 'I'm all about doing the impossible.

What about my clothes?" Corey said. "Those are hand-me-downs Travis wouldn't want, all things considered," I said. "Your mom just took things that were important to you. Things to remember you by." "But it's only been three days," Corey said. "Mom isn't like that. Hell, she spent four months talking about buying a new sofa and another two shopping for it before deciding to stick with the one we had.