A Quote by Melissa McCarthy

I love the juxtaposition of a sweet little blouse with a motocross look. — © Melissa McCarthy
I love the juxtaposition of a sweet little blouse with a motocross look.
I love a blouse that's dumb. I love to use the word 'dumb.' It's not knowing, and the word 'blouse' is so out of fashion that I love it - 'a blouse that's dumb.'
Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition?
I like to wear more traditional work outfits like pants and a blouse, but I want the blouse to have something that is a little bit different and interesting - like with some studs on it or a little bit of lace. I want to feel comfortable and confident and don't want to have to think too much about what I wear every day.
Growing up my heroes were American motocross riders. I didn't want to be a drummer; I wanted to be a motocross rider.
Even in motocross, you're struggling to see people pass each other anymore. There seems to be one line in motocross.
Even in motocross, youre struggling to see people pass each other anymore. There seems to be one line in motocross.
There's something about a long, high-waisted skirt and little, buttoned blouse that I really love.
So forget the price tag. I mean, forget the size tag and focus on "Does it look right on me?" Would it look better with a little more blouse? A lot of people think, "Oh, my God, it's got to be tight, it's got to be tight." Actually, you look thinner when it's not as tight.
I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.
I remember my dad telling me that if I wanted to start racing motocross, I had to get a job and pay for it myself. So I did. As soon as I was able to drive myself to work, I got into racing motocross at age 15.
I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," I say, smoothing the blouse back in place. Prim giggles and give me a small "Quack." "Quack yourself," I say with a light laugh. The kind only Prim can draw out of me.
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
Ever since I was a little kid, when I was racing motocross and stuff, it's been a dream to ride for Red Bull someday.
They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.
You could say that Elphaba brought us together,' said Boq softly. 'I'm closer to her and so I'm closer to you.' Galinda seemed to give up. She leaned her head back on the velvet cushions of the swing and said, 'Boq, you know despite myself I think you're a little sweet. You're a little sweet and you're a little charming and you're a little maddening and you're a little habit-forming.' Boq held his breath. But you're little!' she concluded. 'You're a Munchkin, for god's sake!' He kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her, little by little by little.
I love a great pair of jeans and a nice blouse.
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