If someone's lying, are their pants really on fire
Remember God likes us best when we are flying by the seats of our pants.
I don't think humans are meant to be looked at when we're buying pants.
I've been a storyteller all my life. When I was in high school, I used to amuse myself by driving through the woods at night and see how long it would be before I scared the pants off my friends - and if I could do it before I scared myself.
When I was growing up, there were so many things I thought were stylish. Jabo jeans, V Bombers, Clarks, Vikings, Nugget watches, Lee pants with the patches, leather hats - which I still wear now. All hip-hop stuff, all South Bronx stuff.
I went to my first drum n' bass rave when I was 16 and remember being terrified. Looking around, trying to figure out how to dance to this music, watching some girl in some hot pants, trying little ways to learn her movements.
I thought it was normal to recycle pants and shoes from your older cousins. That was just my way of life. At the end of the month, there was not much food in the refrigerator and you're hoping the first comes so food can come again. You never forget those things.
They kept me in short pants as long as they could, until they were shaving the hair on my legs because it was beginning to photograph.
My combat action has commenced... I've pissed my pants, but only a little.
I will be a president in a skirt, but I will wear the pants.
You should spend your money on some nice lingerie. Big wool cotton pants, that just doesn't work. You have to feel sexy.
Imagine if all of life were determined by majority rule. Every meal would be a pizza. Every pair of pants, even those in a Brooks Brothers suit, would be stone-washed denim. Celebrity diet and exercise books would be the only thing on the shelves at the library. And - since women are a majority of the population - we'd all be married to Mel Gibson.
I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman’s life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.
Politics is everywhere.. it is in your shirt.. in your pants.. everywhere.
I have made a mistake. They condemn me to death and I ask for a boy to coach me for it. A red-headed boy, who gobbles his buttered bread and toddles to his horse with the seat of his pants wet, this is the young man they hope will get me on my knees, full of prayer. This is the young man I hope will be able to help me, although with what and how I cannot think.
It's the most exciting thing you have ever done with your pants on!
I'm not a sexy guy. I went to a hooker. I dropped my pants. She dropped her price.
When we give up dieting, we take back something we were often too young to know we had given away: our own voice. Our ability to make decisions about what to eat and when. Our belief in ourselves. Our right to decide what goes into our mouths. Unlike the diets that appear monthly in magazines or the thermal pants that sweat off pounds, unlike a lover or a friend or a car, your body is reliable. It doesn't go away, get lost, stolen. If you will listen, it will speak.
Sometimes, when you're this adventurous, you rip the crotch out of your pants.
I don't wear small shoes, or tight pants that squash your balls.
I think there’s a lot of threshold weeping. Like, am I doing this? Am I really wearing this out in the world? My daughter is very much like that. She will put clothes on and her clothes just make her beside herself. They make her so sad sometimes. And you do realize you feel betrayed sometimes by your own clothing. You put something on that usually protects you and makes you OK, and sometimes you’re just not fit for the world and even your best pants can’t overcome that feeling for you.
No, I'm happy doing this. Five sweaters and a pair of dirty pants, you can make pretty good money.
You don't make a fortune doing cartoons. It's a lot of fun, it keeps you busy, and it's better than a kick in the pants, absolutely. But doing voiceover work doesn't make you rich. It just doesn't.
My 'third leg' is longer than my two other legs and that's why I wear such big baggy pants.
You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the seat of their pants.
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