Quotes About Gown

Sure, Desdemona, at the receptionist's age, and seeing some poor woman in a second-hand gown and a plaster-cast of makeup to cover the encroaching menaces of age - wouldn't she have shot the same withering glance?

I say 'Mom, how come you don't change into an evening gown for dinner?' She says 'I do, it's called a bath robe. [...]

I always like hair being a little messy because I think there's something appealing about the whimsy of putting on a gown with any hair or make-up - just stepping into it, and you're ready.

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and – get this – I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown.

I was very confident on the stage, and I stood out in a red gown.

He didn't like the way the gown fastened at the back. He didn't mind displaying his wares, if he liked the other person and the time seemed right, but he did like the illusion at least that the act was voluntary.

Was turning it this way and that in order to catch fireflies in the billowing, transparent left sleeve of her gown.

I love a beautiful gown on stage, and luckily I've been fortunate to wear some amazing dresses.

Her dressing gown was made of live bats sewn together by their wings: the way they fluttered, one would have thought they didn't much like it.

I assume you forgot that your sister's wedding would require a new gown. Or a gown at all." "At least one person is going to be naked," I say

It is a gown, but one such as I have never seen before. It is composed mostly of the cloth she showed me, but there are strips of other material running through it, some diaphanous and others satiny, some patterned in butterfly wings, some felted wool. Dangling threads hang from torn edges, and a few pieces of thin fabric have been wadded up to give them a new texture. The swirling patchwork she has created is at once tattered and beautiful.

An ombre ball gown, its colour deepening from white near my throat, through palest blue to deepest indigo at my feet. Over that is stitched the stark outlines of trees, the way I see them from my window as dusk is falling. The seamstress has even sewn on little crystal beads to represent stars. This is a dress I could never have imagined, one so perfect that for a moment, looking at it, I can think of nothing but its beauty.

The gown is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," I say to her, as I can pay no other way without insult. It has been a long time since I have been given a gift, barbed though it may be. "It does feel as though it might come from a dream." That makes Habetrot's cheeks pink. "Good. Maybe you will come back and tell me how the Prince of Sunlight liked the Queen of Night.

spectacle of Dorothy Thompson at Madison Square Garden — tall, fair, blue-eyed, and laughing in her evening gown at twenty-two thousand "little men" — was not a thing to be forgotten.

Breakfast," he muttered. "And I wouldnt care to make you choose between lovingmaking or a hot meal, as the answer would likely be unflattering. Put on your gown, while I got to the door.

As she reached the entrance hall, she saw Lady St. Vincent coming in from the back terrace, her cheeks wind-brightened, the hem of her gown littered with bits of leaves and grass. She looked like an untidy angel, with her lovely calm face and rippling red hair, and the playful spray of light gold freckles across her nose.

His father wore a paper-thin hospital gown the color of misery.

Mary alone insisted on wearing a white gown.

She was the most interesting of the staffers he'd spoken to, because of the underlying self-righteousness, anger, spite . . . whatever. She wore it like a gown. He'd seen it often enough in government work, people who felt that they were better than their job, and better than those around them; a princess kidnapped by gypsies, and raised below her station.

They shifted the statues for harboring ghosts Reddened their necks, collared their clothes Then we danced the dance 'til the menace got out She gathered the corners and called it her gown She said Oh, please, find my harborcoat Can't go outside without it Find my harborcoat Can't go outside without it

All glorious is the princess in her chamber; her gown is embroidered with gold.