Quotes About Jacket

In the first debate the bulges create the impression of a letter T with a small feature which appears similar to a wire under the jacket running upward from the right.

These thieves defend themselves by saying, 'I was there all the time, and the officials missed me.' Favorite excuses for missing surveillance checkpoints: jacket covered the number took off the shirt with the number hidden in a crowd.

I went through a living room crowded with overstuffed furniture in a green-and-white jungle design from which eyes seemed to watch me, down a short hallway past a pink satin bedroom which reminded me of the inside of a coffin in disarray, to the open door of a bathroom. Tom's jacket lay across the threshold like the headless torso of a man, flattened by the passage of some enormous engine.

I walked through the crowded galleria. Denim jacket, white T-shirt, face half covered by giant dark glasses;

In fact, he'd given me a trace of a smile. My short curly hair he'd rendered thick swirls as if it were an Apollonian halo. He'd carved my shirt collar, jacket lapel and tie with equal grace.

Can you hear the dreams crackling like a campfire? Can you hear the dreams sweeping through the pine trees and tipis? Can you hear the dreams laughing in the sawdust? Can you hear the dreams shaking just a little bit as the day grows long? Can you hear the dreams putting on a good jacket that smells of fry bread and sweet smoke? Can you hear the dreams stay up late and talk so many stories?

Nick was dressed in jeans, a dark green sweater, and bomber jacket–the perfect image of a rich college student. Talon looked like a biker who had just left Sanctuary, New Orleans's premier biker bar. Acheron looked like a refugee from the Dungeon–the local underground goth hangout. Valerius was the professional contingent, and Zarek…Zarek just looked like he was ready to kill something.' (Talon)

I believe the term you're searching for is smoking jacket. I find, now that I have whole days of sunshine ahead of me, I've discovered there is more to life than formal haberdashery.

I'm a real dumb-dumb in real life. I'm just book smart. But definitely not street smart. The other day I lost my jacket in a cab. And I'll forget things every time I leave the house.

I love to just throw on a leather jacket with jean shorts and a T-shirt, or I'll pair a menswear-inspired blazer with jeans for a casual but chic look.

When I was a kid doing television, they'd stick a leather jacket on me, and I would be the thug.

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

Fully feeling the effects of the sake, I was seriously considering burning my passport, trading my jeans and leather jacket for a dirty seersucker suit and disappearing into the exotic East.

jacket. It was this sketch-book, which was as dilapidated

Have fun, you two, and take good care of Billy, okay?" "Who?" she asked, puzzled. "Billy. My brother." They both laughed. I grabbed my jacket and flew out of there like a bat.

Of that day in which everything was just too beautiful in the transparent winter air, what I remember most is the sight, when I turned back to look, of Hitoshi's black jacket melting into the darkness.

My biggest fashion tip for quarantine is, honey, just because we're homebound doesn't mean you can't put on a gown or a nice jacket, do your hair or put on a winged liner, just go for it.

Even at summer time, I'm still jacket shopping. I've always found that if you find a really nice leather jacket you kind of just go with it because they're timeless.

She looks up. She speaks in a whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...

secured in the back, and his smart jacket hung neatly over

Due to some mental hiccup I can't explain, when I think of God, I picture Hugh Hefner: a thin, angular man with a prominent chin in a maroon smoking jacket.

I'm a Hollywood writer, so I put on my sports jacket and take off my brain.

For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren't the kinds of people who provide good memoir material. Imagine the jacket copy: People behaved mostly well and then they died.

I speak as the journalist who, on the first day back at work for 'The Daily Telegraph' after the birth of my daughter, went to interview Tom Hanks with an epaulette of banana sick on my jacket.