Quotes About Patched

Peel'd, patch'd, and piebald, linsey-woolsey brothers,Grave mummers! sleeveless some, and shirtless others.That once was Britain.

Your lucky your brains didn't escape right out of there before you got it patched up. Brains like to go their own way sometimes.

The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

They patched the bag again. The drilling went on.

That which is mended is but patched and can never be whole again.

Now, Watson, said he, we have picked up two clues this morning. One is the bicycle with the Palmer tyre, and we see what that has led to. The other is the bicycle with the patched Dunlop. Before we start to investigate that, let us try to realize what we do know, so as to make the most of it, and to separate the essential from the accidental.

It is a kind of vanity to wear patched clothes, the baron added sagely. He likes other people to notice how godly he is.

You're all cut off and sewn up

As for clothing, [...] perhaps we are led oftener by the love of novelty, and a regard for the opinions of men, in procuring it, than by a true utility. [...] No man ever stood the lower in my estimation for having a patch in his clothes; yet I am sure that there is greater anxiety, commonly, to have fashionable, or at least clean and unpatched clothes, than to have a sound conscience.

Under the new policy, any time the NSA discovers a major flaw in software, it must disclose the vulnerability to vendors and others so the flaw can be patched.

So I just got on the phone and the engineer just patched me in and I did reports. I'd get a community leader and bring him to the phone, call up the station and do an interview over the phone with the guy.

Anything that's mended is but patched. Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue

Life is a garment; when it is dirty, we must brush it; when it is ragged, it must be patched; but we keep it on as long as we can.

She often told herself that story, easing herself into sleep, drifting off as she patched together the ghostly memory of someone in whose real existence she hardly believed any more.