Quotes About Attire

I don't really wear sarees and suits.

I'm not normally big on suits.

I always have three or four suits; there's always an engagement to wear something from a suit.

I love suits for formal engagements. But I also like to wear jeans and button-ups.

I don't really get the opportunity to wear many suits.

In wintertime I like to wear flannel button down pyjamas, and in summer I prefer to wear, well... nothing.

I wear sunglasses because of the glare of the spotlights. I wear gloves because it is very cold in the U.K.

Today there are more things you can wear for the same occasions. I still like this idea of the perfect suit, and I always love tailoring, but today you can have more things for this type of situation, clothes that have class and that are mixable, and that are super well cut.

In the end, I'd rather wear a nice dress, and if someone is not going to take me seriously, that's so superficial.

There is one other reason for dressing well, namely that dogs respect it, and will not attack you in good clothes.

Nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

I wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

To the unblushing womankind of Florence To go about displaying breast and paps.

Wear or wrap?

No man is esteemed for colorful garments except by fools and women.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;In halls, in gay attire is seen;In hamlets, dances on the green.Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,And men below, and saints above;For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Their neatly barbered hair and tailored coats and silk ties contrasted strikingly with

Bareheaded. No cap. Instead of crisp whites, a peasant blouse. "You're not a nurse.

Robinson in Glen plaid jacket, Scotch-grain shoes,Black four-in-hand and oxford button-down,The jeweled and silent watch that winds itself, the brief-Case, covert topcoat, clothes for spring, all coveringHis sad and usual heart, dry as a winter leaf.

The mannequin is always in fashion."

She dressed to cast her daughter in a frumpy light.

Grown men who insist on wearing water shoes to the grocery store deserve all the ridicule which is heaped upon them