Quotes About Shirt

The image of Australia is of a man in an open-necked shirt solemnly enjoying an ice cream. His kiddy is beside him.

My Pocahontas-meets-seventies-Cher-style shirt. Oh, how I loved that shirt

Where did you wash? the boy thought. The village water supply was two streets down the road. I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel. Why am I so thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket.

It's an honour for me to wear the Inter shirt. To have been involved in so many important moments that all of us and our fans will keep in our hearts and minds forever, I feel privileged.

Tom Molia stood at the bottom, four feet deep, bare chested, coughing spasmodically into his shirt, which he pressed tightly over his nose and mouth.

Donnelley was lifting his shirt away from the torn flesh in his side. He was cranked around, trying to assess the damage in the muck-spotted mirror. To Vero, he looked like an expressionist painting in which all the objects were the same color of too-vivid red: the shirt, the hands holding the shirt, the belt bassing through pant loops. At the center of it all was the thing that corrupted its surroundings with its own gruesome color - a wound.

He took off his black shirt in the dazzling sunshine, exposing a Buddha-sized belly and man breasts the size of fleshy mangoes.

Nansen introduced what has come to be known as the layer principle. Still faithful to Dr Jaeger's precepts, he stuck to pure wool. There were to be four layers: underwear, shirt, sweater and, finally, jacket, knee breeches and leggings made of a tough, thick Norwegian woollen material called vadmel.

Ninety percent of a shirt that not only was bright purple and green but with a design on it that, if you moved too quickly, might cause a seizure in an unsuspecting onlooker.

Little clue: wasted on me." "What?" "I'm into girls." "Oh. Oh!" Chu said. "Right. Got it. That's cool. I've got a cousin who's gay. Amy Liu. Know her?" Jennifer laughed. "Oh, sure. I'll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt.

You guys take over while I go put on a shirt. Mrs. Kulavich had edged close enough to hear him. She beamed at him. Don't bother on my account, she said. Sadie! Mr. Kulavich said in rebuke. Oh, hush, George! I'm old, not dead! I'll remind you of that the next time I want to watch the Playboy Channel, he growled.

Look at this shirt!" exclaimed Schrift, with sudden irrelevant fury. "Specially made for me by Thresher & Glenny in London—it cost more than you probably spent on coal last winter. If I told 'em once, I told 'em a hundred times—I want the monogram in Old English, not roman type! What do they think I am—a letterhead? No wonder the British Empire's falling apart.

I patted the party gun dry, set it down next to the sink, and schlopped off my wet shirt.

I had never ironed anything in my life. The proper pressing of a shirt was a mystery of the universe akin to black holes and dark matter.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

Baudelaire had supper at the table next to ours. He was without a cravat, his shirt open at the neck and his head shaved, just as if he were to be guillotined. A single affectation: his little hands washed and cared for, the nails kept scrupulously clean. The face of a maniac, a voice that cuts like a knife, and a precise elocution that tries to copy Saint-Just and succeeds.

The man in the Hathaway shirt.

Pulling on your country's shirt is the greatest honour a footballer can have. It's what I always dreamed of as a kid and I get a buzz every time.

I feel a bit awkward playing in a red shirt out at Wimbledon. But I don't dislike it.

He stopped chopping again and, looking at her, asked, "What made you decide?" "Bear's new leg. That old blue plaid flannel..." "Old?" Preacher asked, smiling slightly. "That was a perfectly good shirt." *

He handed her one of his blue work shirts, already decorated with a little old paint. He was very happy to see her put it over her sweats and tank. Then he observed with some consternation that she looked every bit as pretty and sexy in that oversize shirt.

When she heard him in the doorway, she looked up from her place on the floor and a coppery curl fell over her forehead. He couldn't help but smile at her—she looked cute as the dickens with her hair piled on top of her head and drowning in his shirt.

My old geometry teacher called me and he was like yo man you need to start wearing a shirt. You're ruining my marriage.

My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.