But, Elizabeth, what we have, what is between us, will never be over.
With a bad script and even the best cast, the most you can hope for is to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse.
Elegance is always in style for men. There are all different kinds of elegance. It can be silk, it can be a T-shirt.
Dress yourself in the silks of benevolence because kindness makes you beautiful.
The very first thing on the docket is to have the opportunity to travel to look at spiders in other parts of the world. I know there are really cool silks out there.
My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn't do finger painting in my dress.
It's like the spiders are sharing an ancient secret with me, and that's why I'm going to spend the rest of my life studying spider silk.
You don't work with spiders very long before you start noticing how important silk is to their life and just how special that is for spiders.
A writer's goal is to weave the ordinary into fine silk and the truly extraordinary into diaphanous clarity ...
We all have a childhood dream that when there is love, everything goes like silk, but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise.
She was a dreamer and a schemer & one didnt dream and scheme without hope.
If your inner silence begins to wear a silk fruit; only then, the day will reveal to you its hidden secret.
I have been doing merch' since I was 15 and in bands when I was a teenager - silk-screening shirts, making the emulsion in my mom's closet I converted into a dark room, through college. That's essentially how us bands survived was selling homemade t-...
Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")
Separation isn’t time or distance it’s the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords
I have a lot of Breton striped top and silk shirts that always feel good. I also like things with a masculine edge and dislike anything too girly.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
Princess Ann: Do you have a silk nightgown with rosebuds? Joe Bradley: I haven't worn a nightgown in years!
He had never before thought of himself as gullible. He wondered where he had gone wrong. It occurred to him that he had let himself be overawed—by bishop Henry and his silk robes, by the magnificence of Winchester and its cathedral, by the piles of...
She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.
She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.
