When I was younger, I was insecure for about 10 years: I wore glasses, had a cow's lick, buck teeth and braces. I looked ridiculous.
If there was one thing Sam understood, it was guilt. It didn't have to be logical; oftentimes it wasn't. It sawed at your gut relentlessly, tediously, until you wore it like a scar.
Elvis wore a halo. Otis Redding did, too. You knew you were playing with a star when you played with them.
Sir Larry could be very strict and a disciplinarian, too. He had many faces; he wore many hats. But, ultimately, he loved the theater and he loved actors.
Laura: [preparing to have sex with Rob in a car] I knew there was a reason I wore a skirt today.
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my travels were very useful to me.
My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.
When I got into junior high school, that's when my mom let me dress how I wanted to dress. Up to that point I wore suits to school all the time.
I get quite excited about things other people have worn. I went through a phase as a student when I wore a lot of 1940s tea dresses.
I've always liked simple. Growing up, I wore corduroys and Lacoste shirts, Maraolo flats, and maybe one gold bracelet.
I used to dress up and impersonate our next-door neighbor, Miss Cox. She wore rubber boots, a wool hat, and her nose always dripped.
My dresses are for women of all different shapes and sizes. Actually, the one I tried on yesterday was the one Jennifer wore. And who'd have thought I'd be the same size as Jennifer Lopez!
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think.
She filed those moments away like precious documents, wore them smooth with memory, collected them like bits of prayers.
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
It didn't matter what I wore, or how much sleep I'd had or not had, he always looked at me as if his world began and ended with me.
I always want to wear clothes that my children will one day look back on and say, 'Oh, you looked amazing - why didn't you keep that?' Not, 'Oh my God - I can't believe you wore that.'
At Sarah Lawrence, I realized that everybody was already what they were going to be. The painters were painting, the writers writing, the dancers dancing. And nobody wore any makeup. The art was uppermost.
His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
He would pray...for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.
