Fashion Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fashion Lechery Love Stills War
“war. Or, rather, wars. Not one, not two, but many wars, both big and small, just and unjust, wars with shifting casts of supposed… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
WAR, n. A by-product of the arts of peace. The most menacing political condition is a period of international amity. — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
The allure of military life and its heroic promise seem indestructible, but nothing threatens the romance of war more effectively than war itself. — Elizabeth Samet Copy Share Image
The single combats of the heroes of history or fable amuse our fancy and engage our affections: the skillful evolutions of war may inform… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
“The war brought ruin to Germany, but it couldn’t do any harm to these men. Lechner couldn’t suppress a smile. Fat will always float… — Oliver Pötzsch Copy Share Image
“This is a war," Lemas replied. "It's graphic and unpleasant because it's fought on a tiny scale, at close range; fought with a wastage… — John le Carré Copy Share Image
War, which used to be cruel and magnificent has now become cruel and squalid. — Winston Churchill Copy Share Image
“It’s always the same war. Only the names of the dead change. It’s always about one thing: which group of rich men get to… — A.G. Riddle Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Personal Style comes from within. It's when the woman, her individuality and spirit come through. She uses clothes to express who she is and… — Donna Karan Copy Share Image
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I'm a business first and foremost so whatever my business is, it's separate from my personal. It's like whatever I do business wise, it's… — Snoop Dogg Copy Share Image
To me, the beauty of a quilt or a dress lies within the stitches and the thought of the person who made them. When… — Natalie Copy Share Image
A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors, young and old, seem to be afflicted… — Camille Paglia Copy Share Image
Never in a million years would I imagine Calvin Klein flying me out to my first men's fashion show. — Cameron Dallas Copy Share Image
Be neither too early in the fashion, nor too long out of it, nor too precisely in it; what custom hath civilized is become… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
America, you're sending girls a mixed message. On one hand, you're saying to have positive body image and love who we are; on the… — Adora Svitak Copy Share Image
I didn't want to do 'Fashion Police' because I thought, 'This is stupid, this is beneath me, who wants to talk about fashion?' It… — Joan Rivers Copy Share Image
My friend made me a leather dress for the MTV awards. It gives you confidence, wearing something you love. — Cat Deeley Copy Share Image
“...I wore his blood for clothing, on my legs and thighs and hands: a dry, stiff, brown garment with no warmth in it.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
