I wish everyone wore rose-colored glasses the way you do.
Alondra would have been stiff and formal no matter what she wore.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
He never wore a coat and she wondered if he even felt the cold west Texas wind.
He wore only pajama bottoms, his feet bare as well.
He was fully clothed and wore a light jacket.
The stocky man was hooded, wore a mask and was already in the room!
She wore a somber look as she glanced nervously at me before speaking to the detective.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
She wore a camisole and shorts, her large breasts straining at the thin fabric between them.
She wore a T-shirt and shorts that revealed her shapely, soft legs.
He looked small in the middle of the foyer, and he wore an insincere smile like he might any other piece of easily removable clothing.
She gasped, recognizing it as the one he wore often, the heirloom passed down through his ancestors.
He wore only jeans and a dark T-shirt that stretched across his chest in all the right places and clung to bulging biceps.
Lacy wore a skirt too short and tight for office wear, but when you're the boss … "I noticed you've been taking a lot of sick time lately," Lacy said as Sofia entered the room.
His visitor wore a T-shirt and had hair the color of last night's sunset.
The image on his bicep was the same she wore around her neck.
Made of material softer than silk, the black dress she wore pooled at the top of her feet.
She wore the Grecian style gown of Hell: secured around her neck by a loose band, it draped over her curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her arms, shoulders and back bare to the hips.
Darkyn wore her out, and when she'd woken, she was alone.
Dean was thankful they both wore old hiking boots as they stepped forward, gazing with trepidation as the cool breath of the mine met them.
She wore an impish look, high cheekbones and the only lavender eyes Dean had ever seen.
While he was instantly embarrassed and wore stunned look on his face, he saw no point in denying his activity.
Just under seven feet tall and muscular, he wore all black with weapons strapped to various parts of his body.
He wore jeans and a snug t-shirt that outlined his muscular frame.
He wore her – a goddess! – out with his lovemaking and passion.
In the chariot rode Ozma and Dorothy, the former in splendid raiment and wearing her royal coronet, while the little Kansas girl wore around her waist the Magic Belt she had once captured from the Nome King.
They wore white uniforms with real diamond buttons and played "What is Oz without Ozma" very sweetly.
The boys wore long hair and striped sweaters and yelled their college yell every other step they took, to the great satisfaction of the populace, which was glad to have this evidence that their lungs were in good condition.
A tall man who wore a long red cloak seemed to be the leader of the company.
Pol Pot ordered the killing of anyone who wore glasses, presuming them to be intellectuals; anyone from the prior power structure, including police; anyone who was educated, or a monk, or an artist; and any Muslim whom, when ordered to, refused on religious grounds to eat pork.
As the days wore on, the drifts gradually shrunk, but before they were wholly gone another storm came, so that I scarcely felt the earth under my feet once all winter.
In the king's face, which he wore as a mask, there was a remoteness and inaccessibility of grief which I shall never forget.
They wore blue uniforms and queer little caps.
Adam and Eve, according to the fable, wore the bower before other clothes.
Next Spanish hides, with the tails still preserving their twist and the angle of elevation they had when the oxen that wore them were careering over the pampas of the Spanish Main--a type of all obstinacy, and evincing how almost hopeless and incurable are all constitutional vices.
He wore a flat gray cloth cap, a dingy wool-colored greatcoat, and cowhide boots.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
Like all infantry officers he wore no mustache, so that his mouth, the most striking feature of his face, was clearly seen.
A tall, beautiful woman with a mass of plaited hair and much exposed plump white shoulders and neck, round which she wore a double string of large pearls, entered the adjoining box rustling her heavy silk dress and took a long time settling into her place.