He simply wore no ties

He wore it when he healed the sick.

He wore it when he comforted the sorrowing.

He wore it when he pulled our servants' teeth.

His robe. He wore it to the cross.

It's not the one he wore at Donnafugata.

He didn't like it when I wore high heels

But he wore a dragon charge upon his shield.

The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Years later, his secret came out. He wore a toupee.

He wore the Royal Seal of Baghdad about his neck.

I wore a cassock to avoid attention. He surprised me.

He wore it when he went to the cross to die for us.

He had only one eye and he wore a sabre. A long sabre.

It was the best thing. He was wore out and he knew it.

He was about your height... and he wore rather fancy clothes, you know, colorful.

He wore it when he spoke to the multitudes as no man has ever spoken.

Captain Trav was Captain Travis Patriquin, and he wore his own mustache.

He wore expensive clothes, and his car was a beautiful white machine.

And I'm afraid he became even worse as the evening wore on.

I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Obama wore a blue tie and Romney wore a red tie?

He was so proud, and he wore iron shoes and walked over people's faces with them.

Sami wore glasses.

Everybody wore them.

He was simple and unassuming... yet we who knew him felt he wore the mantle of greatness.

Sami wore black jeans.

Sami always wore rings.

Sami always wore rings.

Layla wore a hijab.

The evening wore on.

Wore a stripped suit.

She wore glasses, too.

He himself wore the red triangle at the camp, the sign that denotes political prisoners.

She wore a red dress.

She wore a white dress.

Sami wore his police uniform.

Layla wore a black dress.

Sami wore his hair long.

Sami's daughter wore the hijab.

That's what I wore yesterday.

Your greatgrandfather wore this, Henry.

I wore out some horses.

Man, I'm plain wore out.

I only wore it once.