Quotes About Tunic

The identity badge pinned to Sandrine's white tunic says "Speech Therapist," but it should read "Guardian Angel.

The passion for equality is partly a passion for anonymity: to be one thread of the many which make up a tunic; one thread not distinguishable from the others. No one can then point us out, measure us against others and expose our inferiority.

Psipsina emerged from inside the tunic, and jumped up on the table in order to curl up inside the cap, which had been her favourite resting place ever since she discovered the joys of contortionism; she filled it and overflowed from it in such a tangle and jumble of whiskers, ears, tail and paws that it was impossible to tell which part of her was which, and she slept in it because it reminded her of gifts of salami and chicken skins.

The lighthouse stood defiant against the onslaught of wind and wave, like a knight in a white tunic refusing to surrender even though he is shot through with bullets and his ribs are laid bare.

She wore a red velvet tunic and had a mop of golden air so thick and pliant that she could sweep it in a neat curtain over her upper face, down almost to her pouting lips.

It is very hot tonight," Justin said, and loosed the folds of his light cloak, revealing the sprig of rye-grass thrust through the bronze clasp at the neck of his tunic.

Red had been his badge of pride, red velvet, a flowing cape, magnificently embroidered doublet, and beneath it a tunic of gold silk tissue, so very popular in thos times.

In my mind I saw, clearly, that straight-backed figure on the dapple-gray horse, his long black cloak slung back over the animal's haunches, his plumed helm of command on his head. With either phenomenal courage or outright arrogance he had ignored the possibility of our arrows, the crowned sun stitched on his tunic gleaming in the noonday light as he directed the day's battle.

Lawford shrugged. She jilted you. Easy come, easy go, Sharpe said, then belted the tunic.

saddlebags and called for water to be heated. He knelt and removed his outer tunic and rolled the white sleeves of the inner one. He rubbed astringent oil into his hands and along his forearms to the elbow, to the amusement of the nephew, who drew a wrongheaded moral from the notion of a physician who medicated himself and not his patient. The stranger

Havia outrora um filósofo cínico que se exibia nas ruas de Atenas vestido com uma túnica esburacada, para que todos o admirassem vendo-o ostentar o seu desprezo pelas convenções. Um dia, Sócrates encontra-o e diz-lhe: Vejo a tua vaidade pelo buraco da tua túnica. Também a sua porcaria senhor, é uma vaidade, e a sua vaidade uma porcaria.

Before the Bishop led him out into the courtyard, the Bishop had chalked a cross on the old tunic that had once belonged to one of Bishop Guido's serfs. He felt close to the serf and to the Bishop who had covered him with his own cloak. How fatherly he had been! He had stood with Francis against his father, he had listened to Francis patiently when he had tried to explain about the dreams, the voices, the cross of San Damiano. He had welcomed Francis into the embrace of the Church.

All knights must bleed, Jaime," Ser Arthur Dayne had said, when he saw. "Blood is the seal of our devotion." With dawn he tapped him on the shoulder; the pale blade was so sharp that even that light touch cut through Jaime's tunic, so he bled anew. He never felt it. A boy knelt; a knight rose. The Young Lion, not the Kingslayer. But that was long ago, and the boy was dead.

The devil was smaller and rather younger than I would have guessed. He danced barefoot around the fire as he stoked it in preparation for my torment. The fiend wore a tunic of rough linen, leaves and sticks clinging to it, and a bycocket hat with a single feather in the style of bow hunters back home in Blighty. Bit of a ginger fringe. Scrawny and pathetic, really, for the prince of bloody darkness.

I lifted my chin, so they would know I was a man of some importance. I had worn the finest tunic I could find—one of Achilles'.

He was large, but I was a goddess, and we were of a height. "I need your cloak," I said to him, "and your tunic, at once." His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive no in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous of his little power, to whom I was only a woman.

You are to weave the tunic with fine linen, make the turban of fine linen, and fashion an embroidered sash.

With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.

When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they divided His garments into four parts, one for each soldier, with the tunic remaining. It was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom.