Quotes About Corset

The interview took place in Miss Banks' private sitting room while Maia waited in the hall, and as soon as she saw Mr. Murray's face, Miss Minton knew there was no hope. She would not even be allowed to look after Maia during the holidays. She was in complete disgrace. Miss Minton had spent the night with her sister and bought another corset, because the good times were gone.

As they opened the door, Maia heard Mrs. Carter's voice raised loudly in the corridor. "Just remember this, Miss Minton: I shall always know. Always. " The twins looked at each other and giggled. "She's warning her not to remove her corset," they whispered. "Some of the other governesses tried to do it, but Mama can always tell!

I was lucky because I only had a half-corset, so it wasn't bad. You do get used to them, but I was very relieved to take it off at the end of the day.

Ideally, I would like to play roles in as many classics as possible: 'Rebecca,' 'Hedda Gabler.' I'm fond of a corset.

Waistlines were dropping in the capital; the forgiving billows of the Regency style were giving way to something far more structured and uncomfortable. By 1840, Iris predicted, women would be corseted into nothingness.

I would love to do a period movie. I've always wanted to wear the corset, you know. It's a girl thing!

muslin and stepped into it, forgoing the corset. Cursing

Yes, if you lace your corset up as snugly as is humanly possible, it will undoubtedly impede your breathing and make you more likely to faint. But it's not certain that Victorian women really did that on a regular basis.

I've treated the waistcoat as if it were a corset, so that it becomes the first layer in the process of putting clothes on the body. There is constant motion between layering and revealing.

Horses sweat, you know, and men perspire, whereas ladies glow. I am sure I looked all of a glow also. Indeed, I could feel all-of-a-glow trickling down my sides beneath my corset, the steel ribs of which jabbed me under the arms most annoyingly.

I think we're dating now Come on...I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end." As

One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

not all the bullets penetrated her body where the gems were sewn into her clothing." The nun nodded. "They saved her from being killed instantly." She indicated tight columns of gems woven inside the corset lining. "It's probably why Alexei didn't die at first. No doubt they were sewn into his clothing, too." Boyle took the corset and examined the fabric. "Will she make it?

What use is decency when we have been thrust into this peril—treading about without even a corset! Are we to be judged?

You have to stand up super-straight in those corsets and pull your shoulders back.

It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.

As to my heart, since I have worn an eighty franc corset I do not hear it, and I am very much afraid that I have left it in one of Marcel's drawers.

Here comes Mamma Vauquerr, fair as a starrr; and strung up like a bunch of carrots. Aren't we suffocating ourselves a wee bit?' he asked, placing a hand on the top of her corset. 'A bit of a crush in the vestibule, here, Mamma! If we start crying, there'll be an explosion. Never mind, I'll be there to collect the bits--just like an antiquary.' 'Now, there's the language of true French gallantry,' murmured Madame Vauquer in an aside to Madame Couture.

You might loosen your corset strings," he advised. "It will make your journey more pleasant." "I'm not wearing a c-corset," she said without looking at him. "You aren't? My God." His gaze slid over her with expert assessment.

Oh, she said, that, and loosened her grip. She must've heard this question a hundred times, because she turned away and looked out the window. There's meat sewn in the corset, she said more quietly. Beef liver and offal. She shrugged. Provides some extra here, too. She patted her chest. The cat knows that if he growls but refrains from biting, he'll get a fine meal. And now she glanced at the driver again. Me too, I guess. If I growl, but don't bite, I get to eat.

It's a corset design making me look very, very slim and trim. I call it a corset dress. Very Hollywood glamour with the silk.

One more thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on....I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.