Quotes About Ribbon

His hands fluttered like birds, each with a fancy silk ribbon to weave into their nest, as he stood at the mirror dressing for work, waving hello to himself with both hands.

I question the negative connotations of fabric, of ribbon, of lace. I turn these symbols of our imprisonment around.

I imagine the soul / Is something lighter than a girl's ribbon / I witnessed, one afternoon, as it fell–blue, from "The Letter

Memory is a magpie after chips of colored glass and ribbon rather than the upright accuracy of objective sequence.

Time is a ribbon, a delicate organdy, so thin that you can see through it to the layer of time below and the layer above. Moments overlapping, lying on top of each other.

I'll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time....

What he had not understood, before battle, was that time could become a ribbon to be looped and pinned back to its center, the petals of a black rosette. I

The Moon's low gravity and slow rotation mean that a space elevator could be built with materials already available. The honeycomb fiber called M5 is lighter and stronger than Kevlar; a ribbon 3 centimeters wide and 0.02 millimeter thick could support 2,000 kilograms on the lunar surface or 100 climbers with a mass of 600 kilos each, evenly spaced along the ribbon. We could build a lunar elevator right now.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb' (Andre Breton qtd. p. 55)

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.

The ribbon of milky mist still lay in the gully. It stretched down to the sea, and there were patches across the sand hills like steam from a kettle.

There's no service ribbon for people who fought in Korea. We lost over 30,000 men between 1951 and 1953 - as many as we lost in 15 years in Vietnam.

Besides, we have more chocolates to deliver in Les Marauds; coconut truffles for Omi; rose and cardamom for Fatima and her daughters; chili for old Mahjoubi, that warms the heart and brings courage. And one more package, for Inès; tied with a red silk ribbon. The gift that crosses all cultures; that brings a smile to the sourest face; that pulls back the years and takes us to a simpler, sweeter time.

Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon. Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an expert when it comes to first steps. Are you, I said. Then tell me how. You close your eyes, Coop answered, and jump.

The other change was the stick in the ground with ribbon dancing around it. He supposed it had something to do with the ritual. Either that or Beauvoir had very quickly become very weird without his supervision.

I see them in the primitive silkscreen the brain is able to produce, maybe eight inches in front of my closed eyes, miniaturised by time and distance, riddled by visual static, each figure a dancing red ribbon. These are among the people I've tried to know twice, the second time in memory and language. Through them, myself. They are what I've become, in ways I don't understand but which I believe will accrue to a rounded truth, a second life for me as well as for them.

Aethe, near my heart. Without vanity, the ribbon. Without duty, the wind. Without blood, the victory.