Do not judge by appearances; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.
But whether, for example, a coat can be exchanged for twenty yards of linen cloth or for forty yards is not a matter of chance, but depends upon objective conditions, upon the amount of socially necessary labor time contained in the coat and in the l...
He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.
There's just no concept of layering a thick-sleeved sweater under a coat in L.A. A coat is more of a gesture than a necessity. You know, in case the temperature goes down to 55 degrees.
As the year goes on, certain deputies—and others, high in public life—will appear unshaven, without coat or cravat; or they will jettison these marks of the polite man, when the temperature rises. They affect the style of men who begin their morn...
In a fight the rich man tries to save his face, the poor man his coat.
The clothes that fire up my emotions are colorful and 'different' pieces. My eye still picks out gilded-cloque glamour from among Burberry's streamlined trench coats or a hand-printed coat from Dries Van Noten.
I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my son, I wore a Narciso Rodriguez black coat. Then, I was using this fragrance that I had created. I walk by that coat, and it still smells like that fragrance. It takes you right there.
To me, it feels like 'The Doctor' has to have a long coat, and that's something imprinted on me from childhood, because he always did. And there's something heroic in a flapping coat, but at the same time, I need to get rid of it sometimes and just b...
Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle - but damn, that man would always be coated in yum.
She took Sunny's coat off, and then her own, and dropped them both on the floor. Normally, of course, one should hang up one's coat on a hook or in a closet, but itchy hives are very irritating and tend to make one abandon such matters.
Well, now that I have a baby, I'm that person who's looking for all the parks. I'm also the person who lost their coat because I was juggling so many items. So I'm that person: I lost my coat, I lost my scarf, and it's cold now.
[Szpilman is discovered by the Polish army, wearing the German dress coat given him by Capt. Hosenfeld] Wladyslaw Szpilman: No. Please. I'm Polish. I'm not a German. Polish Soldier: Then why the fucking coat? Wladyslaw Szpilman: I'm cold.
Take off that coat,' he told him. 'Sir?' 'You heard me.' The boy slipped out of his jacket, whining, 'What you gonna do? What I'm gonna wear?' The man untied the baby from her chest and wrapped it in the boy's coat, knotting the sleeves in front. 'Wh...
[after getting thrown out of Falcone's restaurant, Bruce takes out his wallet, removes the cash, and throws the wallet into a drum fire. He then offers the cash to a homeless man] Homeless Man: For what? Bruce Wayne: Your jacket. Homeless Man: Okay. ...
As Baumauer hangs his shit-coloured coat up on a hook he takes clandestine pleasure in engulfing Obelmäker’s less impressive attire with his own. Privately, he warns the inferior coat, “Don’t suffocate in there.
[Biff is waxing George's car, it's a silver BMW] George McFly: Now, Biff, I want make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one. Biff Tannen: I'm just finishing up the second coat now. George McFly: Now, Biff, don't con me. Biff Tanne...
Self talk and self prayer: When you audible the first and correctly interpret, the white coats correct you in a nuthouse. When you audible the second and misinterpret, the dinner coats swear you to an oath in the White House. Does this make you nuts ...
Dicky Speck: [as Django walks over to Ace Speck's body to retrieve his coat] Nigger! Don't you touch my brother's coat! [Django turns around and walks towards Dicky Speck; he angrily stomps on his shattered leg] Dicky Speck: AHHH! GOD DAMN IT! OH!
Life is not sugar coated.
How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.
