Quotes About Shirt

My fans want my shirt. They can have my shirt. They put it on my back.

The fire was banked down to glowing coals, and the lamps were out. I went to the bed and drew aside the curtain. Sarkan was sleeping stretched across the bed still in his breeches and his loose shirt; he'd only thrown off his coat. I stood holding the curtain. He blinked awake at me unguarded for a moment, too startled to be indignant, as if he'd never imagined anyone could barge in on him. He looked so baffled I didn't want to shout at him anymore.

Aubrey was in mufti, which definitely helped me to relax. He was disconcertingly attractive in his jeans and shirt; I had some definitely secular thoughts.

No. I'm not buying a shirt." I could buy you a shirt." I don't need you to buy me a shirt." Mercedes pulled him over to the nice GQ-dude who worked the department. "Tell him he needs a new shirt." I don't need a new shirt." Sir, you need a new shirt.

the sleeve slipping over the edge of the rung. I steadied myself, fed more of the sleeve through it, until I had a complete loop through the rung. That work shirt was my favorite one, Gap, one hundred

Did you smell her?" Hi asked. I nodded. Downwind, I'd picked up Whisper's scent at thirty yards. "Amazing." Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out "Score one for your honker." "Thanks, I think." I cocked my chin at Hi's substantial midsection. "Nice abs." "Yeah, I work out twice a month. No exceptions. But stop hitting on me, it's embarrassing.

Amazing." Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. "Score one for your honker." "Thanks, I think." I cocked my chin at Hi's substantial midsection. "Nice abs." "Yeah, I work out twice a month. No expectations. But stop hitting on me, it's embarrassing.

Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove.

Should I pull on a shirt?" he asked with hint of amusement. I WILL NOT BLUSH. "No." He'd be doing the world a favor if he never wore a shirt again, but I wasn't going to tell him that part. "You're fine.

Paris answered for him. "Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again." "I'm surprised you didn't mention the part where you fainted," Lucien said wryly. Strider chortled. "Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!" "Hey," Paris said, frowning at Lucien. "I told you I hit my head midflash." Lucien

Finding a note in the pocket of my shirt was bad enough. Messing with my pillow . . . that's something else again. A guy's pillow is personal, you know?

I've had the zeroes since junior high school. We didn't have enough numbered shirts to go around, so my shirt was called double zero. I liked it, so I kept it.

I never saw my mother in jeans, even in the country. She had one pair, which I have, but she never wore them. They were from 'Rear Window,' in the end when she's wearing jeans and loafers and a shirt. They were comfortable things that zip at the back, with really tight little pleats. They're very dark, they're not proper denim.

But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he'd stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie's house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she'd finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer.

Everyone had learned to despise waste. It was creeping back into fashion, though. A sign of prosperity, like a decent shirt.

The number 7 shirt is an honor and a responsibility. I hope it brings me a lot of luck.

You look spectacluar, Cam.' She smoothes out his shirt and straightens his tie. 'You look like the shining star you are!' 'Let's hope I don't give birth to complex elements.' She looks at him quizzically. 'Supernova,' he says. 'If I'm a shining star, let's hope I don't blow up.

I think that every day, more and more people are conscious of what Barca is, that Barca is a global brand, and you can go anywhere in the world and see a child wearing a Barca shirt, and that means a lot: not just that people like Barca but that they also like the colours and even buy the shirt.

If you see me out on the street, you would see me in jeans and cut-off shirt riding a motorcycle.

He wipes his hand on his shirt. What? Did I drool on you?" A little." You're a wolf. You should be used to drool." That's low.

When the honour is given to that scientist personally the happiness is sweet indeed. Science is, on the whole, an informal activity, a life of shirt sleeves and coffee served in beakers.

Bien, entonces déjeme tomarle la tensión en el otro brazo. Y voy a tener que pedirle que se quite la camisa. El doctor querrá ver hasta dónde ha subido la infección. La boca de Rehvenge esbozó una sonrisa mientras se llevaba las manos al botón superior de su camisa. —Si sigues así voy a terminar desnudo.

Wrath walked over to the closet and looked throught the clothes. He took out a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of leather pants, and --jeez, what was this? Oh, not fucking likely. He was not going to fight in BVDs. He'd go commando before he got cought dead inthose things.

If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory) Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (Acheron)