Quotes About Fitting

And that's the world in a nutshell, an appropriate receptacle.

Bookshelves stood against the four walls. They were shapely and well made, but were all second-hand; Hetty had picked them up on visits to Chesterbourne. She liked her shelves to have personality, as well as the books on them, and thought it would have been simpler to order shelves to be fitted around the room, or to buy those bookcases that grow with the growth of their library, she had stood firm against the amusement of Victor and the irritation of her aunt, and had the shelves she wanted.

As time goes on, new and remoter aspects of truth are discovered which can seldom be fitted into creeds that are changeless.

It's extremely important for my sit ski to be perfectly fit to me. If it's too big, and I shift around, the energy and strength I put into propelling myself forward will be lost. The right fit is everything in my sport.

I love characters songs and I love to fit into a story. I love singing through a character's journey.

I love everything about fashion. I even love the fittings and watching it evolve from a pattern to a muslin to the final product.

As a very curvy woman, jeans are always a hard find.

An emotion is correct, "when one's feelings are adequate to their object — adequate in the sense of being appropriate, suitable, or fitting

A guy came to the shop every day. A lot of guys put the foam like stuff that forms to you, kinda like the Indy car guys run. He fitted it up and it felt real good, so we're going to try to run it.

I just try to fit into society the best I can. Be unobtrusive, be smooth. I don't want to hurt anybody, or be hurt.

I'd love to be able to fit in a box. Like one of those people who fit into small boxes. I'd love it.

It almost never feels like prejudice. Instead, it feels fitting and just - the idea that, because of an accident of birth, 'our' group (whichever one it is) should have a central position in the social universe.

The truth of the matter was that Juliet would look good in a sack. Somehow everything she wore fitted perfectly. Glenda, on the other hand, never found anything good in her size and indeed seldom anything in her size. In theory, something should fit, but all she ever found was facts, which are so unbecoming.

A guy came to the shop every day. A lot of guys put the foam like stuff that forms to you, kinda like the Indy car guys run. He fitted it up and it felt real good, so we're going to try to run it.

Code writing was a solitary pursuit, but designing and fitting together diverse pieces demanded cooperation and compromise.

I usually try on at least 20 pairs of jeans before I find something that looks good on me. And even then, I have a trustworthy friend tell me if my butt looks big!

In that Malazan Book of the Fallen, the historians will write of our suffering, and they will speak of it as the suffering of those who served the Crippled God. As something…fitting. And for our seeming fanaticism they will dismiss all that we were, and think only of what we achieved. Or failed to achieve. And in so doing, they will miss the whole fucking point. Fallen One, we are all your children.

But every once in a while someone finds a way of explaining some phenomenon that fits so well and clarifies so much that it gives the finder intense satisfaction, especially when the new understanding is quantitative, and observation bears it out in detail. Imagine

Some men are all right in their place if they only knew the right places.

There's no one piece everyone should avoid, but obviously there are some things that don't fit the right way on everyone.

I am also suffering both physically and psychically from the fact that all No. 4 underwear is now too small for me, No. 5 too big. -- Diary entry, November 20, 1921

Habit dooms us all to fight out the battle of life upon the lines of our nurture or our early choice, and to make the best of a pursuit that disagrees, because there is no other for which we are fitted, and it is too late to begin again.

P252 Habit dooms us all to fight out the battle of life upon the lines of our nurture or our early choice, and to make the best of a pursuit that disagrees, because there is no other for which we are fitted, and it is too late to begin again.

The only man who behaves sensibly is my tailor he takes my measure anew every time he sees me, whilst all the rest go on with their old measurements, and expect them to fit me.