Quotes about ribbon
A collection of quotes on the topic of ribbon, likeness, doing, look.
Quotes about ribbon
“Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than just ribbons?”
Source: Animal Farm
Part 1.3 Rights of Man
1790s, Rights of Man, Part I (1791)
“Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.”
Source: Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
Source: The Educated Imagination
“We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.”
Source: The Secret Life of Bees (2002)
Source: Change of Heart
“He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck”
Source: Magic Bleeds
Source: Bayou Moon
Source: The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror
Source: Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
Source: All the Light We Cannot See
(1831-2) The Convict
The Monthly Magazine
To Michael Allegretti, Inside City Hall, NY1, (3 September 2010). http://www.wnyc.org/story/103786-mr-incredible-goes-washington-nycs-michael-grimm/
2010s
Prologue.
A Drink Before the War (1994)
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 92.
Cyprus Avenue
Song lyrics, Astral Weeks (1969)
Ibid. (p. 115).
What's the Matter with Kansas? (2004)
"The Enchanted Types", in American Fairy Tales (1901)
Short stories
Address at the International Women's Day Conference (2013)
Speech in the House of Commons, March 22, 1944 "War Decorations" http://hansard.millbanksystems.com/commons/1944/mar/22/war-decorations-and-medals#column_872.
The Second World War (1939–1945)
The Portable Door (2003)
“Gifts have ribbons, not strings.”
Holiday advice from Bonta essay "Ribbons vs. Strings" adapted to Christmas audio Tale "It's the Gift That Counts" (Holiday Magic 2005 CD). Vanna Bonta Has Holiday Gift Advice http://www.waleg.com/celebrities/archives/006180.html WAlEG Celebrities; December 16, 2006
note in her Journal, 3 June, 1902; as quoted in Paula Modersohn-Becker, the Letters and Journals, ed. Günter Busch and Liselotte von Reinken (1998), p. 278
1900 - 1905
Variant: Someday I must be able to paint truly remarkable colors. Yesterday I held in my lap a wide, silver-gray satin ribbon which I edged with two narrower black, patterned silk ribbons. And I placed on top of these a plump, bottle-green velvet bow. I'd like to be able to paint something one day in those colors.
"The Daily People" editorial, "Trimming the Poodle" (November 2, 1908)
Complete online text of "Trimming the Poodle" http://www.marxists.org/archive/deleon/works/1908/081102.htm
Vorkosigan Saga, Cetaganda (1996)
Describing a game of cricket.
Vitai Lampada http://net.lib.byu.edu/english/wwi/influences/vitai.html
Wonderful Baby
Song lyrics, Homeless Brother (1974)
Waiting on the World to Change
Song lyrics, Continuum (2006)
Tears http://armenianhouse.org/blackwell/armenian-poems/zabel-assatour.html
This Land Is Your Land (1940; 1944)
Address at the International Women's Day Conference (2013)
The Highwayman (1907)
Source: The Young Visiters (1919), Chapter 3
Source: The Exposition of 1851: Views Of The Industry, The Science, and the Government Of England, 1851, p. 224
Song lyrics, Never for Ever (1980)
Source: Men Under Stress, 1945, p. 44
Prof. Cosmo Fishhawk, in Shoe
“Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse”
Of Poland, Red Ribbon on a White Horse, ch. 9 (1950)
Source: Swords and Plowshares (1972), p. 110-111
Context: My days in Europe with the 101st were nearly at an end. I suddenly received orders relieving me from the Division and assigning me as Superintendent of West Point. On August 22 I took an emotion-laden leave of my troops in a division review at Auxerre. For all their hard-boiled reputation, generals can be terribly sentimental about their units and their men. Standing bareheaded at the foot of the reviewing stand, I received the last salute of these gallant soldiers, their ribbons and streamers recalling our battles together. They had put stars on my shoulders and medals on my chest. I owed my future to them, and I was grateful.
Perelandra (1943)
Context: And now, by a transition which he did not notice, it seemed that what had begun as speech was turned into sight, or into something that can be remembered only as if it were seeing. He thought he saw the Great Dance. It seemed to be woven out of the intertwining undulation of many cords or bands of light, leaping over and under one another and mutually embraced in arabesques and flower-like subtleties. Each figure as he looked at it became the master-figure or focus of the whole spectacle, by means of which his eye disentangled all else and brought it into unity — only to be itself entangled when he looked to what he had taken for mere marginal decorations and found that there also the same hegemony was claimed, and the claim made good, yet the former pattern thereby disposed but finding in its new subordination a significance greater than that which it had abdicated. He could see also (but the word "seeing" is now plainly inadequate) wherever the ribbons or serpents of light intersected minute corpuscles of momentary brightness: and he knew somehow that these particles were the secular generalities of which history tells — people, institutions, climates of opinion, civilizations, arts, sciences and the like — ephemeral coruscations that piped their short song and vanished. The ribbons or cords themselves, in which millions of corpuscles lived and died, were the things of some different kind. At first he could not say what. But he knew in the end that most of them were individual entities. If so, the time in which the Great Dance proceeds is very unlike time as we know it. Some of the thinner more delicate cords were the beings that we call short lived: flowers and insects, a fruit or a storm of rain, and once (he thought) a wave of the sea. Others were such things we think lasting: crystals, rivers, mountains, or even stars. Far above these in girth and luminosity and flashing with colours form beyond our spectrum were the lines of personal beings, yet as different from one another in splendour as all of them from the previous class. But not all the cords were individuals: some of them were universal truths or universal qualities. It did not surprise him then to find that these and the persons were both cords and both stood together as against the mere atoms of generality which lived and died in the clashing of their streams: But afterwards, when he came back to earth, he wondered. And by now the thing must have passed together out of the region of sight as we understand it. For he says that the whole figure of these enamored and inter-inanimate circlings was suddenly revealed as the mere superficies of a far vaster pattern in four dimensions, and that figure as the boundary of yet others in other worlds: till suddenly as the movement grew yet swifter, the interweaving yet more ecstatic, the relevance of all to all yet more intense, as dimension was added to dimension and that part of him which could reason and remember was dropped further and further behind that part of him which saw, even then, at the very zenith of complexity, complexity was eaten up and faded, as a thin white cloud fades into the hard blue burning of sky, and all simplicity beyond all comprehension, ancient and young as spring, illimitable, pellucid, drew him with cords of infinite desire into its own stillness. He went up into such a quietness, a privacy, and a freshness that at the very moment when he stood farthest from our ordinary mode of being he had the sense of stripping off encumbrances and awaking from a trance, and coming to himself. With a gesture of relaxation he looked about him…
Source: A Natural History of the Senses (1990), Chapter 5 “Vision” (p. 256)