Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Cloaks. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Cloaks Quotes And Sayings by 88 Authors including Johann Kaspar Lavater,Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,J.k. Rowling,Richard Bach,James Joyce for you to enjoy and share.
The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again.
"So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking ...
For pilots sometimes see behind the curtain, behind the veil of gossamer velvet, and find the truth behind man, the force behind a universe.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
There is light beyond the veil.
What a strange power there is in clothing.
A mask you ask? Optional I find!
Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
The fashion magazines are suggesting that women wear clothes that are 'age appropriate.' For me that would be a shroud.
Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.
For these disguises did not disguise, but reveal.
When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise ...
The soul is covered by a thousand veils.
Do we throw off the false 'cloak' at a party, or do we merely put on an untruthful yellow dress?
Blankets could be used to make perimeter walls, to keep out an invading army wielding pillows instead of swords.
A cloak of darkness she wove about them when Melkor and Ungoliant set forth: an Unlight,
If the sky, by sinister alchemy, or diabolical prestidigitation, transformed into a mirror of the mother sea, the primordial cradle; and if leviathans swam that breadth and hovered, softly undulating over the teaming habitations of the globe, feasting; what should you wear?
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.
draperies, standing in a pool of flickering light with magic shattered
They aren't for disguise at all. You just didn't want to leave behind your favorite book.
If you think I wear the cloak of filth, then let me tell you baby, I wear it real good.
Fashion: a barricade behind which men hide their nothingness.
The masks. that men have as faces, the outward shells they hold up for others to see while their minds shift in hidden directions. Discard 2
The temptation to forget is woven into the fabric of these... costumes.
I sighed. "What's a couple of bullets to the chest when compared to a grenade? Bulletproof vests are great things. Every girl should have one."
Blain, RJ (2014-05-11). Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1452-1453). Pen & Page Publishing. Kindle Edition.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
Dust jackets are always something of an enigma to me.
Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must endure night soil and prison cells and unwashed soldiers ...
The watcher on the walls. The sword in the darkness.
When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
OATHBREAKERS The Mother will cast her cloak over us all. Come follow the Hunter out onto the plain, Return to the Clan
Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.
Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony; and his hair was red beneath the black cap. His face was crumpled and freckled, and ugly without silliness. Out of this face stared two light blue eyes, frustrated now, and turning, or ready to turn, to anger.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.
fashioned of flowing silk or jersey,
Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised.
It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
These?" Mat said, gesturing to his coat and shirt. "I really have no idea. They were just down there. I'm completely baffled." He had been very pleased to learn that Seanchan guards-for all their stoic expressions and too-straight backs-responded to bribes like other people.
Ask the Prince of Dragonstone." For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar's children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
And in their hands, the daggers.
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.
Determined to enshroud his enchantment.
All God's angels come to us disguised.
When Harry pulled back his sheets, he found his Invisibility Cloak folded neatly underneath them. There was a note pinned to it: Just in case.
Only by concealing our identities can we shed the masks we have to wear at school, at work, even at home - everywhere there is surveillance, policing, punishment - masks that are increasingly indistinguishable from ourselves.
I have a cape.
Because I'm motherfucking Batman.
The Jedi Order's homespun cloaks announced: I want for nothing, because I am clothed in the Force; the cloaks of the Sith: I am the light in the dark, the convergence of opposing energies.
Unthinkable clothing
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.
Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds.
Jamadars and bheesties,' said the helmsman. 'Not to mention the major-domos, lordly lamplighters and twisted firestarters.' 'Twisted firestarters?' enquired the detective. 'I told you not to mention them.
Capes are the poetic points of continents. They are the summits of our sailing souls.
Along the avenue of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices
Of linen, go the chanting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers ...
Comforters for our todays / Guardians of memories / Keeping our youth and yesterdays alive / Comrades with one history.
Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics
I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
Many weighty books on magic that looked as if they had been bound in human skin at the beginning of time but had probably been mass-produced last week by a factory in Catford.
Actually," Jayden said, "Not completely unlike the Cloak of Invisibility, although different in that those individuals using these devices wouldn't become completely invisible. Exactly." "So nothing like it," Matthias said. "Moron status secured.
waistcoat-pocket,
Sometimes you don't really need armor to feel protected. Sometimes maybe you need just a chiffon dress to hug you.
The clothes felt like something more: fine chain-mail armor handmade to fit me, or robes laid out ready for some fiercely secret ceremony. They made my palms tingle when I touched them.
of those clothes.
If I were a man
I might not wear the cloak
of anonymity.
Talisman, Talisman, show me your secrets,
Helmsman, Helmsman, turn me for home.
liberally equipped with one-way pockets
These Sultans of the fastnesses were turbaned with tumbled volumes of cloud, which shredded away from time to time and drifted off fringed and torn, trailing their continents of shadow after them;
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.
Releasing masks and veils allows the other to see you in your authenticity. Guards are dropped, and we can be seen for who we really are: the uniqueness of our personality, the beauty of our soul, our pure spirit.
Blankets are good to carry around if you want to be able to quickly black bag someone.
The most precious things are always invisible; they are always kept hidden.
The world is chaotic. All artists know this, but they try to make sense of it. Sophia has made sense of it for him. She has stitched it together like the most beautiful cloak. Her love has sewn it together and they can wrap it around themselves and be safe from the world. Nobody can reach them.
As a small child I had discovered that only two places are available to those who wish to remain concealed. The choices are to be a nonentity or an exception. You either disappear into a plebeian background or move forward to where most others fear to follow.
Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
Djinn," she said. "We go to review the troops. Clothe me as befits a queen."
"Silks and satins?" he asked, eyes sparkling like sapphires. "White brocade?"
"Armor," she said. "And flame.
Women have been looking for a cape and have been handed an apron for centuries.
But here was a man who wanted to help women swing their apron around, let it flutter down their backs and watch them soar through the clear blue skies
Clothing is ultimately the suit of armor in which we battle the world.
We wore that grief like one wears one's underclothes. An invisible skin, unseen to prying eyes, but knitted to us all the same. We wore it every day.
Our enemies are on every side, so must our armour be.
We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.
Legend gathered around him, swirling around him like a great black cloak.
If it's not a dead body ... does this have to do with the cape?" asked Oscar.
"Oscar, I thought we agreed we weren't going to mention that to people," I reminded him.
"Sailor's not people."
"Sailor's curious," Sailor said. "What cape?
The leader of men in warfare can show himself to his followers only through a mask, a mask that he must make for himself, but a mask made in such form as will mark him to men of his time and place as the leader they want and need.
THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.
Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The
In the literary as well as military world, most powerful abilities will often be found concealed under a rustic garb.
Feathers!" spluttered Sargatanas. "Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that's what real beings wear. I'll tell you a secret." He said, and drew me closer. "The eternal pain at having known Paradise and lost it is priceless. I wouldn't swap it for anything.
If you're going to throw the girl to the wolves, it's only appropriate to outfit her with a red cloak.
Clouds of confusion
rolled into illusion
He veils perversion
forcing her coercion
Her body he takes
while she flies away
unbelievable, she's invisible
I want a magician with a cloak and wand, or a knight with a sword, someone fearless.
Not every flying hero has a cape.
A mask is what we wear to hide from ourselves.
Silk handkerchief that erupted out of the breast pocket, an affectation he had adopted to distance himself from the Westminster hordes in their banal Christmas-stocking ties and Marks & Spencer suits.
Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.