Quotes About Silk

Since youre here, Courtauld said wearily, youd better explain why these lollipops or whatever they're called have to be on silk. If I'd had a lollipop I knew precisely where Id stick it.

Lei era tutto. Primo, costituiva una certezza attorno alla quale tutto girava, una certezza di libertà e un senso di sicurezza. E' stata quello che il grande poeta bengalese che cito sempre è riuscito così bene a descrivere, il palo al quale l'elefante si fa legare con un filo di seta. Se l'elefante dà uno strattone può scappare quando vuole, ma non lo tira. Ha scelto di essere legato con un filo di seta a quel palo.

ravelled skeins of glossy white silk, were drifting across the hollowed turquoise of the summer sky.

Had his brain been constructed of silk, he would have been hard put to it to find sufficient material to make a canary a pair of cami-knickers.

Oh, Jeeves, I said, did Peabody and Simms send those soft silk shirts? Yes, sir. I sent them back. Sent them back! Yes, sir. I eyed him for a moment. But I mean to say. I mean, what's the use? Oh, all right, I said. Then lay out one of the gents' stiff-bosomed. Very good, sir, said Jeeves.

El mar inmenso y libre para nadie es más triste que para un barco atado por anclas de oro y seda!

Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

My approach to Charleston is always silent and distracted, but I come under full sail, with hissing silk and memories a wing above me in the shapes of the birds I love best

All his movements were lethargic, as though he had a layer of silk insulating his central nervous system.

The dress of Virtue, in our parts, was cotton print. I had silk.

But apparently it was the bed linen that changed her mind. Cool blue silk and cotton patchwork. When Dad laid the stitched pillowcase and duvet out for her on the sofa, the colours reminded her of something she'd never seen. She said to us, "Imagine everyone in the house—even people we don't know—all wrapped up safe in blue, like fishes. What fun . . .

Natasha, in her lilac silk dress trimmed with black lace walked, as women can walk, with the more repose and stateliness the greater the pain and shame in her soul.

Look at spiders. They use about eight different properties of silk for different functions. The spider is like a multimaterial 3D printer.

watching those damned dolls, thinking what a success they would have made of their lives if they had been women. Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart — all complete.

When I think of my childhood, I see my mother, the complete sixties parent, decked in purple frappe silk caftans, the acidic smell of newly stripped pine mingling with incense.

Entrancing in a gown of vibrant green silk, Grace radiated femininity, but not the frail, tepid sort borne by so many of her sex. She was bold and colorful- her lush red hair providing a perfect foil for the crisp apple green of her dress. Looking over at her, his mouth watered at the thought of taking a big juicy bite.

She smiled over a heap of flowered summery lawn she had in her lap and threaded her needle again with pink silk.

She is silk in a bed of mail-order satin. Complete and seamless, an egg of sexual muscle. My motions atop her are dislocated, frantic, my lone interstice a trans-cultural spice of encouragement I smell with my spine. As, inside it, I go, I cry out to a god whose absence I have never felt to keenly.

Sir Hugh squeezed her arm so often that Demelza began to wonder if the show was all a pretext for being with her in dark and drafty places. In one room, where the wind was so high that they might have been out of doors, the rear lantern went out and Sir Hugh put his short, thick arm around her waist. But she slipped away with a faint rustle of silk and moved quickly up to Ross. The stables were the best-

Once a Ranger, always a Ranger, he thought in disgust. Life's basics were pretty much centered around war, beer, and sex—the order subject to change with the terrain. The terrain standing in front of him in nothing but thin silk and telling eyes shuffled sex to the top of the list. Which proved another Ranger axiom: The little head did most of the thinking.

In duminica in care Irene l-a cunoscut pe Thomas, aparuse doar apropierea dintre privirea Irenei, care cauta urzici, si camasa verde de matase a lui Thomas.

The king's companions are prepared to march. So scented, the courtiers, so urbane: the rustle of silk, the soundless tread of padded shoes. But slaughter is their trade. Like butchers in the shambles, it is what they were reared for. Peace, to them, is just the interval between wars.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favourite kind!' He's wearing a green doublet, with slits to show his silk shirt underneath. HIs fox eyes are alight. He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.

It's like the spiders are sharing an ancient secret with me, and that's why I'm going to spend the rest of my life studying spider silk.