Robes Quotes

Napoleon said of Massena, that he was not himself until the battle began to go against him; then, when the dead began to fall in ranks around him, awoke his powers of combination, and he put on terror and victory as a robe.

Newt spun, making her robe unfurl. “He’s my familiar, bought and paid for. I can claim anything of his. Even his life.” Al cleared his throat nervously. “That’s good to know,” he said lightly. “Important safety tip. Rachel, write that down somewhere as lesson number one.

It’s pretty amazing, someone having that kind of charisma – and it still happens in micro and macro forms – to convince a whole gaggle of people to kill themselves. Or put on robes and jump up and down. That takes a very charismatic leader.

In heaven we shall appear, not in armour, but in robes of glory. But here these are to be worn night and day; we must walk, work, and sleep in them, or else we are not true soldiers of Christ.

I looked around at us all: me in my nightgown, Kiyo bare-chested, Dorian in his extravagant robes, and Tim in his Native getup. God, I muttered, standing up, we all look like the village people.

Vittoria slipped off her robe. ‘You’ve never been to bed with a yoga master, have you?

The man who wears the yellow-dyed robe but is not free from stains himself, without self-restraint and integrity, is unworthy of the robe.

The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Remember what I’ve told you. Looks can often deceive you. A poor man can don the robes of a prince and a prince can be shoeless in the street. We judge people by what their actions are, not by the clothes they wear. (Eleni)

Where power is absent we may find the robe of genius, but we miss the throne.

Five people in robes said they are bigger than the voters of California and Congress combined. And bigger than God. May He forgive us all.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

How’d we come up with the robe? Was some guy just like, ‘Hey, I’ve got an idea! Why don’t we make a coat out of a towel? You can have a little belt that goes around. You could dunk the belt in the toilet! Have a toilet belt.’

I consider the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes. I observe treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles. I look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags. I see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit, and the greatest lake on Earth as a drop of oil on my foot.

Wrong doing must be punished. If not, it will proliferate until anarchy wears the robes of tolerance and understanding.

God never alters the robe of righteousness to fit the man. Rather He alters the man to fit the robe.

The wrap dress is the most traditional form of dressing: It’s like a robe, it’s like a kimono, it’s like a toga. It doesn’t have buttons or zippers. What made it different was that it was jersey; therefore, it was close to the body and it was a print.

Freedom may come quickly in robes of peace or after ages of conflict and war, but come it will, and abide it will, so long as the principles by which it was acquired are held sacred.

We ascribe meanings because it is our nature to do so..We can no more see a thing without searching for a meaning than we can see a snag in a robe without pulling on the loose thread.

In a surprising unanimous ruling, the Supreme Court ruled the police cannot search what is on your phone without a warrant. Court observers said a unanimous decision from this court was slightly less likely than Scalia winning the annual Supreme Court wet robe contest.

The gospel always comes to people in cultural robes. There is no such thing as a ‘pure’ gospel, isolated from culture

We’re going to serve in eternity. We’re not going to sit around on clouds; you know this whole idea of heaven is wearing white robes with angels and play a harp. To me, that would be hell. I can’t think of anything more boring.

Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar’s robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.

Someone sits in a mountain vale A robe of clouds, rainbows for tassels The fragrant forest is the place to live The road has been long and difficult With a heart full of doubt and regret A life has passed and nothing has been accomplished Others call it failure I stand alone devoted to this Cold Mountain life

This fulfils my ambition. I still have my father’s robe as Chancellor. I shall be proud to serve you in this splendid office.

Like a robe wears out over time and turns to rags, life wears out from day to day, from second to second.

The trappings of a religious cult tend to fall into candlelit ceremonies and robes and group chanting and singing and prayer.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.

Many wear the robes, but few walk the Way.” The Lama in Kim

Unfortunately, what many people forget is that judges are just lawyers in robes.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.

[about his dress robes…] I’m never wearing them,” Ron was saying stubbornly. “Never.” “Fine,” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.

Naked need is the occasion for God’s giving, not a need adorned with the clean, elegant robes of respectability and good works.

Every breath of air and ray of light and heat, every beautiful prospect, is, as it were, the skirts of the (angel’s) garments, the waving robes of those whose faces see God.

Thus did I keep my person fresh and new,
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne’er seen but wondered at, and so my state,
Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast.

O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed.

I have two favorite songs. My first is called ‘Dance of The Robe’ and it’s a very powerful number where she is feeling the pressure from her people to take on the responsibility of leading them.

When I get home, I’m not the boss like I am at work – I slip into a more feminine role. I take everything off and put on my Stella McCartney silk robe. I’ll put on a red lip or red nails, and it lifts my mood. Sexy underwear also gives you a spark.

Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?

Raffael’s drapery is the assistant of character, in Michelangelo it envelopes grandeur; it is in Reubens the ponderous robe of pomp.

It only takes five people in black robes to determine such crucial issues for our country as abortion, pornography, same-sex ‘marriage,’ and religious liberties.

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Christ illustrates the purport of life as He descends from His transfiguration to toil, and goes forward to exchange that robe of heavenly brightness for the crown of thorns.

Distance lends enchantment to the view.

Fever jumped aside just in time to dodge the shower of urine, and stumbled into the path of a religious procession – celebrants in robes and pointed hats whirling and clapping and chanting the name of some old-world prophet, ‘Hari, Hari! Hari Potter!’

When people think of angels, they think flowing robes and halos. But in the Bible, they also look like ordinary people. Why not today?

When I get married,’ said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes. ‘I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like and I’ll put a full body-bind curse on mum until it’s over.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

I’ve never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn’t want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold– that was every bit as strong as that of blood.

Medusa was fascinating to work with because I gave her a snake’s body so that she could pull herself with her hands which gave her a very creepy aura. I didn’t want to animate cosmic gowns. Most Medusas you see in the classics have flowing robes which would be mad to even try to animate.

There is a trend today that would put a new robe on the prodigal son while he is still feeding hogs. Some would put the ring on his finger while he still in the pigsty. Others would paint the pigsty and advocate bigger and better hog pens.

We may cover a multitude of sins with the white robe of charity.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

The dominant and most deep-dyed trait of the journalist is his timorousness. Where the novelist fearlessly plunges into the water of self-exposure, the journalist stands trembling on the shore in his beach robe. The journalist confines himself to the clean, gentlemanly work of exposing the grieves and shames of others.

Mircea leaned over to refill my wineglass, and a section of his bare chest showed under the robe, along with a hint of dusky nipple. It’s a good thing I’m too stuffed to move, I thought hazily. I would so have jumped that.

No man can put on the robes of Christ’s righteousness till he has taken off his own.

You are a child if you thought I didn’t know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I’ve been—” He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.

I don’t want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.

Buddhism isn’t about temples, and incense, and shaved heads, and robes. It’s not about church. There are aspects of Buddhism that involve that. People enjoy that, it helps them, it strengthens their practice.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

Can you at least tell us what these Sevens look like?” He said “could we pick one out in a crowd?” “A long time ago, they used to appear wearing robes and golden girtles,” Ivy explained. “They sound like losers,” Xavier muttered.

You, mad to expect repentance,Tear your robe all you want;I will never repent!

One puts on black robes to scare the hell out of white people, while the other puts on white robes to scare the hell out of blacks.

Meeting the True Guru, hunger departs, hunger does not depart by wearing the robes of a beggar.

Fear is the trick of the enemy. And your enemy comes in many robes. But he has only one face. You know his face. You’ve seen it many times. You need not fear it. In your heart, you know you will triumph and you will defeat your enemy with the one weapon that you have inside you that he cannot touch–truth.

Household life is crowded and dusty; life gone forth is wide open… Suppose I shave off my hair and beard, put on the ochre robe, and go forth from the home life into homelessness.

I think you’ll have to marry me, Miss Fielding.” “To save your reputation?” Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale throat revealed by the robe. “Someone has to make a respectable man of me.

When the spotless ermine of the judicial robe fell on John Jay, it touched nothing less spotless than itself.

What finally prompted me to lose weight was a view of myself in a hairdresser’s full-length mirror when I was seated and wearing one of the salon’s floral print robes and realized that I looked like a slipcovered club chair.

It is an incredibly difficult task to lead people from self-centered consumerism to being servant-hearted Christians. It is not a task for fainthearted ministers or those who don’t like to get their religious robes wrinkled. But it is what the Great Commission is all about

Let arms give place to the robe, and the laurel of the warriors yield to the tongue of the orator.

To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.

I feel fortunate I have this amazing relationship with so many people in America, because I was in their homes at a very private time of day. They probably might have still had their robe on and their slippers and haven’t made the beds.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard’s robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.

The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal nobler music from Life’s many frets: The golden threads are spun thro’ Suffering’s fire, Wherewith the marriage-robes for heaven are woven: And all the rarest hues of human life Take radiance, and are rainbow’d out in tears.

The cloven-foot of self-interest was now and then to be seen aneath the robe of public principle.

Desjardins was literally fuming. His tattered robes still smoked from battle. (Carter says I shouldn’t mention that his pink boxer shorts were showing, but they were!)

Jargon is part ceremonial robe, part false beard.

All things are spiritual. It doesn’t matter what you do or who you are or what kind of blue jeans you wear, or whether you wear an ochre robe or whether you’re sober or asleep or dreaming. It’s all the same.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light

The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.

Man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.

Playboy seems like a sad magazine for me. It seems like for men who would sit around in a bath robe.

I stood still, a prey to a thousand thoughts, stifled in the robe of the evening.

You see in the streets of London, great and little boys running about in long blue coats, which, like robes, reach quite down to the feet, and little white bands, such as the clergy wear.

You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

Secret Instructions for Reaching Xanadu: Go eastward from the Bewildered-Dragon Lake Until you see the Monastery of the West Tower straight and high above your head. Then take Those charms which, as I told you, in the breast Of your most inner robe you have hidden, and follow Their clear instruction.

Sow seed–but let no tyrant reap;
Find wealth–let no imposter heap;
Weave robes–let not the idle wear;
Forge arms–in your defence to bear.

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

Different people describe me in a different ways. Some describe me as the living Buddha. Nonsense. Some describe me as ‘God-king.’ Nonsense. Some consider me as a demon or a wolf in Buddhist robes. That also, I think nonsense.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown’d him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

Homosexuals are like Judas: They look good in a robe, and their kisses are legendary.

Even to the sage who’s doing Sahaja Samadhi, the great guru, I’d say: “Hey buddy, you know, I like the robes and everything, but remember, you’re only touching infinity. And if you claim to be doing more, I think you’re pretty much in the senses and the body and the mind because infinity is endless.”