Some articles on worn, worn out:
... In Pakistan, saris are less commonly worn than the Shalwar kameez which is worn throughout the country ... Even though the sari has been worn by people living in the region that is now Pakistan since ancient times, it has lost popularity since 1947 ... The sari is worn as daily wear by Pakistani Hindus, by elderly Muslim women who were used to wearing it in pre-partition India and by some of the new generation who have reintroduced the ...
... Headscarves were also worn by married Christian women in medieval Europe, and even by some of the unmarried ... in general, is often used to describe the headscarf worn by Muslim women ... The hijab is worn for religious purposes ...
... The uniform of the officers is closer to the original dress worn by the klephts ... the more elaborate fermeli in red with gold embroidery, whose sleeves are worn closed on the arms instead of being fastened to the coat, red-and-gold gaiters ...
... A collar of gold was worn about the neck and shoulders, with the badge of the Order suspended from the collar ... For normal occasions and every-day wear, a sash of crimson, edged with green, was worn over the right shoulder and extended to the left hip, the distinctive badge ... An eight-pointed star was worn on the left breast ...
... Repairs often mean simple replacement of worn or used components intended to be periodically renewed by a homeowner, such as burnt out light bulbs, worn out batteries, or overfilled vacuum ...
Famous quotes containing the words worn out and/or worn:
“Flame burns, rain sinks into the cracks
And they all go to rack ruin beneath the thud of the years,
Stands genius a deathless adornment,
a name not to be worn out with the years.”
—Ezra Pound (1885–1972)
“Ah, it is sweet on the hills,
to dance in sacred faun-pelt,
to dance until one falls faint,
to beat the sacred dance-beat
until one drops down
worn out.”
—Hilda Doolittle (1886–1961)
“If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing, yet let memory
From false to false among false maids in love
Upbraid my falsehood.”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
“There is no freedom in Europe—that’s certain—it is besides a worn out portion of the globe.”
—George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)