Ribbons famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.
-- Andre Breton -
The hours spool out like a ribbon I can't find the end of.
-- Brenna Yovanoff -
Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.
-- Christopher Moore -
I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
-- Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry -
Murder decorated with a ribbon is still murder.
-- Emmanuel Charles McCarthy -
I don't get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I consider them to be symbols and I leave symbols to the symbol minded.
-- George Carlin -
On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.
-- J. K. Rowling -
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.
-- Lauren DeStefano -
I won all the blue ribbons for canning at the state fair.
-- Loretta Lynn -
Ribbons a-flutter and orchids a-tremble, Yearly the vigilant Daughters assemble, Affirming in fervid and firm resolutions Their permanent veto on all revolutions.
-- Marya Mannes -
The cinema has no boundary; it is a ribbon of dream.
-- Orson Welles -
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.
-- Sebastian Barry -
We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
-- Sue Monk Kidd -
As I went walking That ribbon of highway I saw above me The endless skyway I saw below me The lonesome valley This land was made for you and me.
-- Woody Guthrie -
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.
-- Yukio Mishima