Quotes About Uniform

In my line of work, every man wears exactly one outfit: khakis, a Late Night with Jimmy Fallon T-shirt, and a hooded sweatshirt. If you don't wear that, people think you are a Scientologist and no one will eat lunch with you.

I'm not into fashion at all. I always wear the same thing: dark suits. I don't even know where I get them.

If you're not very busy, a grown man in the uniform of a Western Union boy should make you feel a little sick.

Nah, pride's just a slick dress uniform and a cheap lie that'll get you killed when the people you're fighting for, who aren't doing any of the actual fighting, start selling you out and

signed. I wondered how Brad had ended up in Rawlings. Where had he grown up? Why had he become a cop? Why wasn't he married? I sighed. Maybe I should have said yes to his dinner invitation. He seemed like a nice enough guy, even if he was a Uniform. He'd probably just

Intr-adevar, peste doua minute, nasul iesi. Era într-o uniforma cusuta în fir de aur, cu guler tare si înalt, cu pantaloni din piele de caprioara si cu sabie la sold. Dupa palaria cu pompon de pene, se putea vedea ca avea gradul de consilier de stat.

Suddenly he stopped as if rooted outside the doors of one house; before his eyes an inexplicable phenomenon occurred: a carriage stopped at the entrance; the door opened; a gentleman in a uniform jumped out, hunching over, and ran up the stairs. What was Kovalev's horror as well as amazement when he recognized him as his own nose!

How, in fact, could a nose, which only yesterday was in the middle of his face, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a carriage, suddenly turn up in a uniform!

I even tried to join the army, but they wouldn't have me. The bloke in the uniform took one look at my ugly mug and said, 'Sorry, we want subjects, not objects'.

You know, for a tough guy with a uniform and a gun, you're basically a bunny-loving tree-hugger.

I don't know what you're talking about," she said with a pouty innocence that, if had she been wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, would have reduced some human males to blithering and drooling idiocy.

My mother, who was a waitress, gave me white wedgies and a fresh uniform in a plain wrapper. "You'll never make it as a waitress," she said, "but I'll stake you anyway." It was her way of showing her support.

worship is multiform, not uniform. God is not threatened by this reality—he ordained it; he expects it; he glories in it.

It wasn't this soldier's uniform that affected her, and it wasn't his looks. It was the way he had stared at her from across the street, separated from her by ten meters of concrete, a bus, and the electric wires of the tram line.

Did state troopers shift their pistols from hip to hip to avoid becoming lopsided?

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.