In the next election, can we vote to ban those ribbon things that kind of keep clothing on hangers but really just hang out of your armpits?
Beautiful memories tell our story, and wrap themselves in ribbons of the heart.
Men will risk their lives, even die for ribbons.
True power does not need arrogance, a long beard and a barking voice. True power strangles you with silk ribbons, charm and intelligence.
Rewrite and revise. Do not be afraid to seize what you have and cut it to ribbons. . . Good writing means good revising.
Do you know out of what the German Empire arose? Out of dreams, songs, fantasies and black-red-gold ribbons? Bismarck merely shook the tree that fantasies had planted.
The cinema has no boundary; it is a ribbon of dream.
The biggest obstacle to professional writing is the necessity for changing a typewriter ribbon.
It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down?" She had no idea. "I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.
Murder decorated with a ribbon is still murder.
I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body and the outlying regions of the spirit. The depths hold no interest for me; I leave them to others, for they are shallow, commonplace. What is there, then, at the outer most edge? Nothing, perhaps, save a few ribbons, dangling down into the void.
John Wayne is as tough as an old nut and as soft as a yellow ribbon.
I have an AIDS ribbon tattooed on my arm.
The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.
Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word come to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.
The piles of makeup and the insistence on frills and ribbons and bows was not at all attuned to my feminist views.
I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
Ribbons a-flutter and orchids a-tremble, Yearly the vigilant Daughters assemble, Affirming in fervid and firm resolutions Their permanent veto on all revolutions.
Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.
