#trousers

I hate wearing trousers and shoes. I wear jeans and sneakers most of the time. ↗

— Mark Webber

#i #jeans #most #shoes #sneakers

Losing your capital is like losing your trousers. It is a real humiliation, and one not to be soon repeated. ↗

— James Buchan

#humiliation #like #losing #real #repeated

I want to go out at the top, but the secret is knowing when you're at the top, it's so difficult in this business, your career fluctuates all the time, up and down, like a pair of trousers. ↗

— Rod Stewart

#career #difficult #down #go #i

I think I must have too much to eat, we were doing a scene where we were crawling, and I ripped my trousers. I was very embarrassed. I was sown in, stitched in, quickly! ↗

— Sarah Sutton

#doing #eat #embarrassed #i #i think

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#trousers #walking #love

Were it not for the Clash, punk would have been just a sneer, a safety pin and a pair of bondage trousers. ↗

— Billy Bragg

#bondage #clash #just #pair #pin

I can find every jacket under the sun that I like. But I cannot find trousers cut the way I want them. They're all really tight at the bottom. Nobody does a boot cut on a trouser leg. It drives me crazy. ↗

— Jay Kay

#bottom #cannot #crazy #cut #does

At a certain age men began to shrink, and yet it was precisely at that age that their trousers became too short for them. ↗

— Howard Jacobson

#trousers #age

One also, in our milieu, simply didn't meet enough Americans to form an opinion. And when one did—this was in the days of crew-cuts and short-legged pants—they, too, often really did sport crew-cuts and trousers that mysteriously ended several inches short of the instep. Why was that? It obviously wasn't poverty. A colleague of my father's had a daughter who got herself married and found that an American friend she had met on holiday had offered to pay the whole cost of the nuptial feast. I forget the name of this paladin, but he had a crew-cut and amputated trouser-bottoms and a cigar stub and he came from a place called Yonkers, which seemed to me a ridiculous name to give to a suburb. (I, who had survived Crapstone… ) Anyway, once again one received a Henry Jamesian impression of brash generosity without overmuch refinement. There was a boy at my boarding school called Warren Powers Laird Myers, the son of an officer stationed at one of the many U.S. Air Force bases in Cambridgeshire. Trousers at The Leys School were uniform and regulation, but he still managed to show a bit of shin and to buzz-cut his hair. 'I am not a Yankee,' he informed me (he was from Norfolk, Virginia). 'I am a CON-federate.' From what I was then gleaning of the news from Dixie, this was unpromising. In our ranks we also had Jamie Auchincloss, a sprig of the Kennedy-Bouvier family that was then occupying the White House. His trousers managed to avoid covering his ankles also, though the fact that he shared a parent with Jackie Kennedy meant that anything he did was accepted as fashionable by definition. The pants of a man I'll call Mr. 'Miller,' a visiting American master who skillfully introduced me to J.D. Salinger, were also falling short of their mark. Mr. Miller's great teacher-feature was that he saw sexual imagery absolutely everywhere and was slightly too fond of pointing it out [...]. Meanwhile, and as I mentioned much earlier, the dominant images projected from the United States were of the attack-dog-and-firehose kind, with swag-bellied cops lying about themselves and the political succession changed as much by bullets as by ballots. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#trousers #world-war-ii #change

If you prefer, I'll be pure raging meat, or if you prefer, as the sky changes tone, I'll be absolutely tender, not a man, but a cloud in trousers! ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

#russian-poetry #change