Quotes About Dress

For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress

When they did, she wore a dress, but she grumbled the whole time.

She tugged on her sleeves again. He could tell the dress was bothering her something fierce. Well, he could understand that. He'd've been mighty uncomfortable in a dress himself, and she was probably no more used to a dress than he was.

Maizy went to work. Knowing Rylan was watching her made her conscious of every move. She tried to stand in a more ladylike way, though heaven only knew exactly what that was. Her dress choked her a bit less when she stood straight, so she tried to think of being ladylike as a way not to strangle.

The lace flowed in a V down the bodice to mirror the cut of the back of the dress. I looked like someone else in it, someone older and wiser. Someone with a pure heart that held no secrets. Someone … not like me.

When will your wedding be?" "We haven't set a date yet." "What of your dress?" "I'm sure I shall wear one.

She stands up in a short black and gold dress, looking like someone's risque aunt in age denial at a wedding.

History indulges strange whims in the way it dresses its women.

Do you know how sexy you are when you dress in these suits? Especially when you button up your shirt, then slot in the cuff links. Watching you is like having a waking erotic dream." Kaleb smiled inwardly. "Yes, I know.

Life itself, she thought, as she went upstairs to dress for dinner, was stranger than dreams and far, far more disordered.

She leaned back, the very picture of ease and Anglisc wealth with her smooth honey hair, fine-draped dress, and gold winking at throat and wrist.

BOBCHINSKY Not bad looking, in civilian dress, walking about the room, a reflective look on his face . . . his physiognomy . . . his behavior, and up here (He waves his hand around his forehead) a lot, a lot of everything.

Do you often wear this dress?" He pointed to the black satin dress with the two yellow swallows. "I found it here when I rented the room. It must have belonged to the previous lodger." "Or perhaps to you, in an earlier life."

I longed to enter the fraternity of the artist: the hunger, their manner of dress, their process and prayers. I'd brag that I was going to be an artist's mistress one day. Nothing seemed more romantic to my young mind. I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker.

Good. Then join us at eight. Don't dress up, black tie will do.

You might find yourself wondering whether all this detail is really necessary, that God could really have stopped after the Ten Commandments and not gotten into leprosy, eating pork, or how to dress and ordain a priest.