I can look back at things I've done and said and worn and be completely humiliated by them, but I can never say it wasn't me. I feel really honored to say that.
. . . wore sorrow and anger like a worn-out coat and would not throw it away.
Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.
When art dresses in worn-out material it is most easily recognized as art.
Don’t answer to sick, or broke, or worn out any longer.
I just feel like there hasn't been enough time away from all this other stuff and into this new world or sort of big world that it hasn't worn off yet.
I never put on a pair of shoes until I've worn them at least five years.
A cat has a reputation to protect. If it had a halo, it would be worn cocked to one side.
I have never worn a watch. I did at 17 and it annoyed me.
Sweater, n. : garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.
Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.
Siblings tend not to care much about boundaries and borders. Having worn each others' T-shirts, it's unlikely that they'd go to war over a border.
Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short a sum of human relations which have been subjected to poetic and rhetorical intensification, translation and decoration […]; truths are illusions of which we have forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors which have become worn by frequent use and have lost all sensuous vigour […]. Yet we still do not know where the drive to truth comes from, for so far we have only heard about the obligation to be truthful which society imposes in order to exist" from, "On Truth and Lying in a Non-Moral Sense".
There is no such thing as an empty word, only one that is worn out yet remains full.
A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.
I no longer want to walk on worn soles.
In daily terms, the work of listening is to be constantly worn free of our preconceptions and preferences so that nothing stands in the way of our direct experience of life.
I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.
For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit?s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit?s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.
I do enjoy fashion - a lot of runway clothes are pretty unwearable, but if moderated, the trends can be worn by just about anyone.