Quotes About Attire

I'm pretty tall, and I'm always dressed in black.

I have been a bridesmaid. Fortunately, the outfits were pretty tame. They were cream and black, but I still wouldn't wear them out in public, though.

Disappear and save everyone the bother of a dark suit.

Did you see that dress?" "I saw the dress." "Did you like it?" He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?" When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school." I smiled and fell asleep.

Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?" I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it." "Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

Adrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake.

She heard Adrian say to Christian, ?You know, your shirt?s kind of grungy-looking. Seems like you could put in a little more effort since you?re dating a princess.?

I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.

Speaking of that dress," he added, "I still haven't seen it." I laughed softly. "You couldn't handle it." He raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot." "Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it." "That's not exactly true," he said. "I lose it no matter what you're wearing.

Adrian was completely deadpan. 'So. You're saying my sister is dressed like a prostitute.

It was a cream colored trapeze, sleeveless with a keyhole top that may or may not have been showing managerialappropriate cleavage." -Georgina

He can go to a boardroom meeting . . . he's very proper now." - Sydney Sage

REAL WITCHES dress in ordinary clothes

She was wearing something in purple suede that was too short for a skirt and too long for a belt.

In the bank they did the same kind of stuff the fortune-teller and the bookie had done. But they dressed better.

He had on a red sleeveless jumpsuit, black shirt with bell sleeves, high-heeled black patent leather boots with black laces. A full-length black leather trench coat hung open.

O'Mara sat back down and crossed his legs effortlessly. His freshly creased slacks were the color of butterscotch. His wing-tipped loafers were burgundy. He wore no socks. He had on a starched white shirt, open at the throat, and a blue blazer with brass buttons. My clothes must never fit that well, I thought. I'd be overwhelmed with sexual opportunities, and never get any work done. I promised myself to be careful.

A fourth man entered, this guy a little shorter than the others, but wider, and hard to see when your eyes are blurring. He was in his fifties, with crinkly gray hair and a florid face and a dark blue shirt open at the neck to show a lot of grizzled chest hair. He was also holding a McDonald's soft drink cup. Large. I guess that's where Dmitri got it from.

No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice. Some sexy guy boots. Yeah.

I was with a six-foot-four, athletic, angsty young man dressed in casual linen pants and matching fawn-colored shirt. Under it was a skintight two-piece suit of silk and spandex that had set us back a couple hundred dollars, but after seeing him in it, my head bobbed and my card came out.

Not to mention the fact that the name of the plumbing, heating, and air-conditioning company he worked for had been stitched on the upper left-hand side of it. His working attire had told Serena everything she'd needed to know, and since she had hired that very company in the past for some of

Am I wearing a wife-beater, Lizvetta?" He gaped down. "Oh, come on!

But to become civilized means to dress as elaborately and prettily as possible, and to make a show of your clothes so your neighbors will envy you, and for that reason both civilized foxes and civilized humans spend most of their time dressing themselves. I don't, declared the shaggy man. That is true, said the King, looking at him carefully; but perhaps you are not civilized.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.