Quotes About Leather

Your life might be easier if you were. A fool for love is happier than a Dog with a heart that's all leather.

May I ask what you have in your black leather bag with gold buckles? Everything. They were climbing a narrow staircase. Rhoda stopped to look when Jennie opened her bag. You do have everything. I have even more, Jennie said modestly. Two windows that I left at home.

I could hardly see him in the darkness, but knew he wore a leather jerkin and had a sword at his side. The rest of us were in leather and mail, had helmets, and carried shields, axes, swords, or spears. Tonight we would kill. Sihtric

There scotsmen must have arses like leather,for while he ate I could see naught beneath his kilts but a pair of rather large balls , the secretary told him . - philippa

I wanted this day, the perfect buttery sun like peach ice cream, the speed, the satin leather of the car seat, the fair. Forbidden fruit, a day like no other.

In Leh, the bazaar is famous for its silver jewellery and leather bags, both of which I bought in plenty.

This bourgeois conjunction of sign and signified is apparent in the dramatic rescue of the classics offered in advertisements for gilt-and-leather volumes of "The World's Greatest Literature.

The dampness and the rain are hastening the destruction of these and many other manuscripts," Haidara told me. "They should be returned to Timbuktu as quickly as possible," The drier air in Timbuktu acted as a kind of safeguard against fungal rot, though the arid climate of his hometown was also deleterious over time, causing unprotected pages to grow brittle and fall apart. " We have begun to see... mold, mildew, and fungus on paper and also on leather bindings.

You been going through my undies?" I asked. Bruiser's mouth twitched. " 'Cause all I got with me are the travel undies. The leather, silk, and lace stuff is all in the mountains." "You got leather undies?" Bruiser asked, intrigued. [...] I smiled, showing teeth. "Nope.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

An enormous bartender came over. He looked like the pullout centerfold for Leather Biker Monthly. Extra big and extra scary. He had long hair, a long scar, and tattoos of snakes slithering up both arms. He shot the two men a glare and—poof—they were gone. Like the glare had evaporated them. Then he turned his eyes toward Esperanza. She met the glare and gave him one back. Neither backed down.

And he was still breathtakingly sexy... all muscles and male, leather and Levi's.

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and even clothes, the discussion of fur is childish.

There was a kind of autumnal stain in the air that reminded me of the smell of leather work gloves, a high-school locker room at homecoming, the inside of an ancient canvas tent.

I'd love to be on 'Glee.' I'd love to play a rebel. Be a real biker chick in leather and covered in tattoos.

I'd always wanted to write a song about a leather jacket and how wearing it makes you feel. I love leather jackets, and I've got a big collection of them.

I went to the North-Eastern Corner and climbed up to the Statue of an Angel caught on a Rose Bush. I fetched out my brown leather messenger bag. I took all of my Journals out of it. There were nine of them. Just nine. I did not find twenty others that I had inexplicably overlooked until this moment.

The color scheme of the whole sanatorium seemed to be based on liver. Dark, glowering woodwork, burnt-brown leather chairs, walls that might once have been white but had succumbed under a spreading malady of mod or damp. A mottled brown linoleum sealed off the floor.

Your life might be easier if you were. A fool for love is happier than a Dog with a heart that's all leather.

complete works of Shakespeare bound in red leather and many other grand titles of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes and Dame Agatha Christie's memorable detectives.

The honor of wearing the hardened leather breastplates, wielding the Guard swords, riding the best horses, being watched by everyone else as you walked down the path on your way to battle--who wouldn't trade his life for a chance to be called one of the Forest Guard?

I always love to dress up, but I usually end up in a leather jacket and boots!

I was a little biker girl. I thought it was cool; everyone else thought it was really weird. The other little girls were all in these pretty dresses, and my mum bought me this black, studded leather jacket, which I loved.

The thing about rock & roll, and the black leather biker jacket - it automatically creates an idea about what that person might be about, about their musical taste or their attitude.