“As long as there are cold and nakedness in the land around you, so long can there be no question at all but that splendor of dress is a crime. In due time, when we have nothing better to set people to work at, it may be right to let them make lace and cut jewels; but as long as there are any who have no blankets for their beds, and no rags for their bodies, so long it is blanket-making and tailoring we must set people to work at, not lace.” PeopleMayLongBodyCuttingLandCrimeColdBedDressesDuesJewelsBlanketSplendorRagsLaceDue Time Author:John Ruskin
“If a woman is bed-heady and it doesn't look put on, it's pretty sexy. But when a woman is wearing a really smart dress with great heels and her hair is pulled back, that's terribly sexy too - like an Audrey Hepburn kind of thing.” IfsLooksKindHairBedSmartDressesSexyHeelsReally SmartHepburnAudrey Author:Eric Mabius
“And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now.... Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. 'Sweet-scented shrub' indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening.” EyeSpiritHeavenReadySweetBedMessagesLet MeDressesRoseBoundsForgottenEveningBordersIntensityVioletPurpleFloatsFragranceRivalsFoldsSpicesBudPansiesShrubsSpirit Bound Author:Sarah Smiley
“Procrustes in modern dress, the nuclear scientist will prepare the bed on which mankind must lie; and if mankind doesn’t fit—well, that will be just too bad for mankind. There will have to be some stretching and a bit of amputation—the same sort of stretching and amputations as have been going on ever since applied science really got going into its stride, only this time they will be a good deal more drastic than in the past. These far from painless operations will be directed by highly centralized totalitarian governments.” IfsWellsHas BeensGovernmentPastLyingBitsDealsModernMankindFitBedScientistDressesNuclearOperationsStretchingStrideDrasticPainlessApplied ScienceAmputationTotalitarian Government Author:Aldous Huxley
“I seem to have no dress sense at all. I'm always being listed in New York among one of the ten worst dressed men of the year. Someone once described me as "looking like an unmade bed." He was right!” MenYearsSeemsWorstNew YorkBedTenDressesUnmade Beds Author:Orson Welles
“An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.” NightFoodSweetBedDressesTablesCookingCulinaryWarmthOrange Author:Jacques Prevert
“Being in front of a camera, in a nice dress, getting all dressed up is extreme. There's a lot of other extreme situations, you know, just getting out of bed sometimes is extreme - but I do it. Just got to do it, just got to get up. Put your sweatpants on, brush off the dog hair and just get out of the house!” KnowsSometimesHouseSituationNiceDogFrontsHairBedCamerasDressesExtremesGet UpBrushesDressed UpSweatpants Author:Sandra Bullock
“Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.” WayLittlesEndsMovingSongWatchesLaughingFeetStageDrinkBedPagesClaimsDressesFingersMy WayDawnSweatSwearFoeHere And ThereHailAnother Day Book:Dorothy Parker Source: Dorothy Parker
“They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper.” FeelsI CanSometimesMemoriesBehindsBedBirdDressesCornersGet BackBottlesGuestsTrappedButtonsScentPearlsSighCurtainsFlewTangledFlutteringHandkerchiefsWindowpane Book:A Gathering Light Source: A Gathering Light
“He didn't see anything." She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!" "Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring." "I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. "Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!” WellsHardHandsFacesGraceFeetHairBrokenBedMirrorsDown AndDressesLipsSwollenSandalsNipplesDressersSnoring Author:Jill Shalvis
“Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.” FateBedDressesNaked Author:Laini Taylor
“Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.” YearsFirstsHeartChildrenLittlesStillsMomentsFacesLeftSpeakBlackWhiteHeardFeetBedTenClothesDressesShoesHeavyBrokePocketsThat MomentWornHeart BrokeWoolSobbingStockingsScarvesVestsStaircasesApronsIrrepressibleCosette Author:Victor Hugo
“In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?” PeopleWayShouldDoeStillsHardPlayLightSeemsPastNightClearTreeFeetSkyStreetsBedSummerSpringBirdDressesBlueWinterGet UpYellowCandleJuneJulyHoppingCandle Lights Author:Robert Louis Stevenson
“Every morning, I get up, get out of bed, and get on my knees and thank God for waking up in America ... (She is) the light of the world ... A nation of heroes ... The real stars are wearing body armor on top of their battle dress uniforms in 130 degree heat and they do not have stunt doubles to come in for them when the going gets rough and the bullets and the shrapnel start flying. They are the real stars, fighting terrorism and trying to free a nation.” WorldTryingRealBodyLightAmericaFightingNationsStarsMorningMilitaryHeroBattleBedDegreesWake UpDressesTerrorismFlyingGet UpKneesHeatRoughWakingThank GodEvery MorningUniformsBulletsArmorLight Of The WorldFighting Terrorism Author:Ben Stein
“In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way I have to go to bed by day.” WayLightNightBedSummerDressesWinterGet UpYellowCandleSummertimeSummer DaysHoppingHot DaysCandle LightsHot SummerGreat Summer Author:Robert Louis Stevenson
“So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all, but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair-ew!-and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.” ThinkingWantLooksMeanTodayGuyGenerationsHairBedOkayDressesExpectedPantsBackwardsCapsMy GenerationTraitorCluelessBaggy Pants Author:Cher
“The clothes I wear... that doesn't change. I love long dresses. I love velvet. I love high boots. I never change. I love the same eye make-up. I'm not a fad person. I still have everything I had then. That's one part of me... that's where my songs come from. There's a song on the new Fleetwood Mac album [Mirage] that says, 'Going back to the velvet underground/back to the floor that I love,' because I always put my bed on the floor. 'To a room with some lace and paper flowers/ back to the gypsy that I was.'” PersonsLongStillsEyeSongRoomsFlowerBedPaperClothesDressesAlbumsBootsNever ChangeGypsyMacsVelvetFadsLaceMiragesFleetwood MacVelvet UndergroundPaper Flowers Author:Stevie Nicks
“The work is with me when I wake up in the morning; it is with me while I eat my breakfast in bed and run through the newspaper, while I shave and bathe and dress.” RunningMorningBedWake UpDressesNewspapersBreakfastBreakfast In BedBed And Breakfasts Author:C. S. Forester