“The Church is the house of God. It is forbidden for men to enter with bare arms or in shorts. It is forbidden for women to enter in trousers, without a veil on their head, in short clothing, low necklines, sleeveless or immodest dresses.” MenHouseChurchArmsLowsDressesClothingsModestyForbiddenVeilsShortsTrousersHouse Of God Author:Pio of Pietrelcina
“I glean a few times a week, and it's all about the subject line. I look for the lyrical, "Billowy Red Scarf Girl" or the funny, "Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas," the unintentionally funny, "Looking for the Hot Girl in Pink Dress," ones that immediately suggest images, "Furry Arms Under a Yellow Umbrella," or the plain odd, "Seeking Girl Who Bit Me Twice..." I don't think I've ever abandoned one... the images usually arrive fully formed in my head as soon as I read the message, and I decide whether to draw it or not.” ThinkingLooksGirlBitsLinesWeekSubjectsArmsMessagesDrawsRedHotDressesSeekingOddGasYellowAbandonedChicksUmbrellaLyricalHipsterScarvesFurryHot Girl Author:Sophie Blackall
“Obviously when you're a teen you have no money, so you make, like, three outfits out of one dress. You're like, 'OK cut the arms here. Alright: New party, cut them to here.'” ThreePartyCuttingArmsDressesAlrightNo MoneyOutfits Author:Marina and the Diamonds
“I can see inside planes!' he yells. 'Come and look!' It's difficult climbing in a mini dress...I haul myself up even though my arms ache. I want to see inside planes too. I want to watch the wind and catch birds in my fist.” WantLooksI CanDifficultWatchesWindArmsBirdDressesPlanesClimbingAcheFistsHaul Author:Jenny Downham
“Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.” KnowsFeelsLooksI CanRunningYoungDarkKnow HowWindArmsInfiniteDressesLegsVisibleBagsEnginesPlasticHugPaleSkinnyWizardsHustleParkingRobesRadarGoofyCalvesParking LotPlastic Bags Author:John Green
“It was a sunny day, I was carrying a child in a white dress to be christened. The path to the church led up a steep slope, but I held the child in my arms firmly and without faltering. Then suddenly my footing gave way ... I had enough time to put the child down before plunging into the abyss. The child is our idea. In spite of all obstacles it will prevail.” WayChildrenIdeasEnoughChurchWhitePathArmsDressesObstaclesSpiteAbyssSunnyEnough TimeHad EnoughSlopesSteepSunny DayFalteringCarrying A Child Author:Sophie Scholl
“The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.” MenBeautifulWomenHavensArmsFindingsClothesDressesFortuneFashion DesignerBeautiful Clothes Author:Yves Saint Laurent
“A beautiful dress may look beautiful on a hanger, but that means nothing. It must be seen on the shoulders, with the movement of the arms, the legs, and the waist.” LooksMayMeanBeautifulFashionMovementArmsClothesDressesLegsShouldersHangersBeautiful Dress Author:Coco Chanel
“Um, Faythe?” Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. “As my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt.” His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. “While the look definitely works for me, I’m thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part.” IfsThinkingFirstsLooksMightBeautifulRoomsPiecesAdviceArmsGrewMouthsEarsLet MeDressesCornersShirtsOfficialsPantsJaceAlphas Author:Rachel Vincent
“Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.” BeautifulFacesCuttingMissingHairArmsDressesBootsTorn Author:Rick Riordan
“But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.” WayLooksLightPoorArmsTomorrowBirdStandingWindowDressesCupsDawnFragileOfferingHandfulCottonBarefootBirdsong Book:Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes Source: Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes
“Christian stretched out beside her and pulled her close. ʺBut for what itʹs worth, I think youʹd be a great queen too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺYouʹre going to get dirty,ʺ she warned. ʺAlready am. Oh, you mean from your clothes?ʺ He wrapped his arms around her, heedless of her damp and muddy state. ʺI spent most of my childhood hiding in a dusty attic and own exactly one dress shirt. You really think I care about this T-shirt?ʺ” ThinkingMeanStatesCareChristianChildhoodArmsClothesDressesDirtyQueensShirtsHidingPrincessI CareT ShirtMuddyDampAtticsChristian Ozera Author:Richelle Mead
“Don't die on me," she ordered. "You are not dying on me." "Yes, ma'am." He felt light-headed, but she was about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her hair was smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arm, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.” LightBeautifulFacesDiesFeltCuttingDyingMissingHairArmsDressesBootsBeautiful ThingsTorn Author:Rick Riordan
“She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.” HardDreamBrokenArmsPicksDressesBillsPocketsPenniesChokeBroken Dreams Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
“And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?” WaySaidFacesFeltTearsHairArmsConsciousDressesSpotsTouchedCheeksWetInkHenry Branwell Book:The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.” ArtViewsMilitaryMovementPositionObjectsArmsMassArmyDressesSoldierNobleArtificialNavyBannerSymmetry Author:Lord Byron