Formal Outfit Quotes

Poppy is wearing a loose-fitting dress made of blue and white striped cotton, with navy woolen tights and a pair of navy leather pumps. Her brown hair is tied back and has two small red clips in it. It’s a very formal outfit for a young girl, Laurel feels. The sort of thing she’d have had to bribe both her girls to wear when they were that age

dressed in a formal frock coat—with an Iron Cross still pinned on its front3—the same outfit he’d worn for the putsch, for his failed march to Odeon Square, and during his escape to Ernst Hanfstaengl’s villa. Beside him, “their shadows flickering and dancing in the darkness before them,” walked Landsberg Prison warden Otto Leybold and two police officers, one of them leading a “strong dog” on a chain. The prison was still, except for the slamming of iron doors behind the men. In the dead of night, Adolf Hitler had arrived at what would be his home for most of the next thirteen months. Located

He thought of his old name. He’d almost forgotten it. He said it out loud, and it sounded as though he were being called by some stranger. He felt the familiar pressure in his head after yesterday’s drinking. Because it must be noted that Chinese people have two names: one given by their families, used to summon the child, scold and punish him, but also the basis for affectionate nicknames. But when the child goes out into the world, he or she takes another name, an outside name, a world name, a personage name. Donned like a uniform, a surplice, a prison jumpsuit, an outfit for a formal cocktail party. This outside name is useful and easy to remember. From here on out it will corroborate its person. Best if it’s worldly, universal, recognizable to everyone; down with the locality of our names. Down with Oldrzich, Sung Yin, Kazimierz, and Jyrek; down with Blażen, Liu, and Milica. Long live Michael, Judith, Anna, Jan, Samuel, and Eryk!

it must be noted that Chinese people have two names: one given by their families, used to summon the child, scold and punish him, but also the basis for affectionate nicknames. But when the child goes out into the world, he or she takes another name, an outside name, a world name, a personage-name. Donned like a uniform, a surplice, a prison jumpsuit, an outfit for a formal cocktail. This outside name is useful and easy to remember. From here on out it will corroborate its person. Best if it’s worldly, universal, recognizable to everyone; down with the locality of our names.

You won’t be needing that,” a low voice said just as she was about to put it around my neck. “What?” I turned to see Victor standing there, dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a maroon shirt with a black tie. The outfit looked oddly formal on him—probably because I’d never seen him in anything but jeans before. “I said you won’t be needing that.” He stepped into the room and motioned to the necklace that Addison was still holding. “Hello, Victor,” she said, nodding at him but standing her ground by my side. “Is wearing jewelry against were customs or something?” “No. I just have something else I want… I need Taylor to wear.” He held out one large hand and I saw a single strand of elegant pearls lying across his palm. “They’re beautiful,” I breathed, looking up at him. “Where did you get them?” “They were my mother’s,” he said roughly. “She… gave them to me when I was banished from my home pack.” He cleared his throat. “They’re supposed to be for my wife to wear on formal occasions. I understand if you don’t want to—” “Of course I’ll wear them,” I said quietly. I went to stand in front of him. “Would you put them on me?” He fastened them around my neck, and I shivered at the feel of his big, warm hands brushing my nape.

The greatest proof of my status is my uniform. Every single day I go to class in clothing that many men wear only once in their lives, if at all: a morning suit, identical to the clothing of a bridegroom. It consists of a black tailcoat, a black waistcoat under which I wear a white shirt with a starched collar and thin white cotton tie, a pair of black pinstriped trousers and black shoes. By the time my teens are over, I will have worn one of the smartest outfits in anyone's wardrobe hundreds of times. The effect of this is that, when I put on a business suit for work or any formal occasion, I look as relaxed as if I am wearing a pair of pyjamas.

The allure of black fashion is undeniable - it’s versatile, elegant, and effortlessly stylish. Whether you’re looking for a sophisticated outfit for a formal event or a casual look for a day out, black fashion staples are the perfect choice.

The Roman cassock, however, part of the authoritative outfit of the church, is not a formal vestment. It was initially the out-of-entryways and household dress of European people and also pastorate, and its survival among the last when the mainstream designs had changed is just the result of religious conservatism. In gentle climate it was the external piece of clothing; in chilly climate it was worn under the tabard (a tunic with or without short sleeves) or chimere (a free, sleeveless outfit); in some cases in the Middle Ages the name chimere was given to it and also to the sleeveless upper robe.

One of the enduring myths about NSO, and many of its competitors, is that it’s a private company looking to make a profit with no formal ties to the Israeli state. It’s a message that’s constantly pushed by the Israeli government, and a lot of the Western media has gone along for the ride, unwilling or unable to investigate what a state-backed spyware outfit means for global relations, privacy, and free speech. It’s easy to condemn Chinese-or Russian-backed hackers, opponents of Western governments, but what if these corporations are supported and used by a Western-favored nation like Israel?

Another common feature of many cultures is the use of what I call the “four D’s” to put people in contact with the wild wisdom of their true nature. The four D’s are drumming, dancing, drinking (or drugging), and dreaming. When the time comes for a sacred ceremony in a traditional society, the tribe’s mystics dress in formal outfits, then spend hours singing, chanting, telling stories, performing ancient dances, using psychoactive chemical compounds, and reporting on whatever visions come to them, awake or asleep.