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Where do you even buy a black lace handkerchief? Widows R Us?
Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon
strength and honor
Marionettes that control their own strings.
Medals hang from his neck in a glittering array, like jewelry, like starts that will now go out because their sun no longer burns.
Once there was a seamstress who could weave fabric from feeling. She sewed gowns of delight: sheer, sparkling, sleek. She cut cloth out of ambition and ardor, idyll and industry.
Knight without fear and without reproach.
I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.
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?
Strength of swords, honor in victory.
Every seam, every lace, every bead has been painstakingly, with love, corrected, perfected and mastered,
a flayed body untangled
string by string and hung
to the wall, an agonized banner
displayed for the same reason
flags are.
Comforters for our todays / Guardians of memories / Keeping our youth and yesterdays alive / Comrades with one history.
The only real distinction at this dangerous moment in human history and cosmic development has nothing to do with medals and ribbons. Not to fall asleep is distinguished. Everything else is mere popcorn.
I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together. I have gathered all the gay ribbons in the world to wind around and around and around and around and around and around again around our two waists.
Who knew knights wore flannel shirts and Led Zeppelin tees?
I know I'm going to shred the skin off your face and turn it into hair ribbons.
A women needs ropes and ropes of pearls.
The laurels of victory are at the point of the enemy bayonets. They must be plucked there ; they must be carried by a hand-to-hand fight if one really means to conquer.
When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on
The symbolism of the Garter, a circlet to bind the Knight-Companions mutually, and all of them jointly to the King as head of the Order.
Color
Wear it
Like a banner
For the proud
Not like a shroud.
Wear it
Like a song
Soaring high
Not moan or cry.
It's your choice, butterflies or chains?
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
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
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee;
Fairies use flower for their charactery.
I know my breasts, small
as plums, would win no blue ribbons.
But in your hands they tremble and fill
with song like plump, white birds.
Ribbons," he said, "should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being. All animals should go naked."
When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears, and flung it on to the fire with the rest.
Women in long dresses, aloof and elegant, the mark of bonnet ribbons still on the soft of their necks.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.
Rouge of my heart, intertwined with double-hued destiny,
Thread of my thoughts, constant and rubicund legacy,
Filament of my future, endeared unto my expectation,
Cord of my emotion, seared with eternal elation.
Who wears white to a knife fight?
Being in war itself is a gallant, awards are mere decorations.
Victory won't come
to me unless I go
to it; a grape tendril
ties a knot in knots till
knotted thirty times
Even today, the memory of Ribbon Creek influences the way new recruits are handled - not with kid gloves, but with respect for their safety and dignity. This too is part of the Marine ethos: to take care of their brother and sister Marines.
So this was where jock straps went to die.
The lightest touch might keep Mary there, rooted in this frozen alley. Instead, she stretched out her hand to the worn red ribbon in Doll's wig. Was it the same one, she wondered, the first one, the ribbon the child Mary had set her eyes and heart on at the Seven Dials, three long years ago?
I don't know where my medals are.
When I was younger and women first started to get in public positions, in my case the law, we went through a period where we wore those little ribbon ties, little bows. We tried to figure out what was our appropriate dress.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
Elite warriors, when they accomplish their mission, they celebrate.
I love wearing bow ties for no particular reason.
Of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
I have learned that each and every piece of cloth embodies the spirit, skill, and personal history of an individual weaver. . . . It ties together with an endless thread the emotional life of my people.
Heck, gold medals, what can you do with them?
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Medals don't suit me. I'm not that kind of guy.
This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process - only the finished bolt of goods. They must never suspect that that crimson thread running through the pattern is blood.
Sewn together patterns,
like many clashing moods,
She wears what
No others dare
A Tribute to the Kite ...
Oh such joy what a splendor has never
been heard, of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.
Graduation breathes on us, redneck lady," he said. "Now is the time to make sure we have the strings to all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away.
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine.
Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.
Like the kite that caught up to the sky,
painted with clouds, I lost track of it,
but it was connected
by string, something I was holding,
something I could always
bring back.
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.
The clasp of the gold chain
She tangled her words
like matted fishing lines
His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.
Honour, not honours.
Butterflys are free
While the traditional image of knights in armour is accurate and widely accepted, the equally representative image of knights wearing corsets and suspender belts is perhaps less well known.
ROPE, n. An obsolescent appliance for reminding assassins that they too are mortal. It is put about the neck and remains in place one's whole life long.
It's amazing how two thin pieces of clothing can hold such deep memories. Laughter, pain, victory, defeat, friendship, fatigue, elation ... they're all there, but only to the person who's worn the uniform
See the interlaced strands?' She touched the raised pattern with a knobby finger. 'These trace a never-ending path, leading away from home and circling back. When you wear this, you'll never be far from the place you started.
If you have a tendency to find yourself in MacGyveresque situations, go ahead and choose a synthetic rope to craft with. I don't want you cursing my name as you hang from a cliff by your swiftly fraying Monkey's Fist necklace.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
A glimpse, a little piece of their story, flapping like ribbon in the wind.
If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand - always.
With slouch and swing around the ring
We trod the Fools' Parade!
We did not care: we knew we were
The Devils' Own Brigade:
And shaven head and feet of lead
Make a merry masquerade.
I'm proud of my medals. I always was proud of them.
Blonde tangles flying everywhere and her diamond-laden hand wrapped around Jess's strong, bare torso. She looked happy and so did Jess.-From Siddy Creek
Honor lies in the mane of a horse.
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd.
their heart on their sleeves
Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown..
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
BlessBacks: Souvenirs for those who express their gratitude to their illuminators.
Badges mean nothing in themselves, but they mark a certain achievement and they are a link between the rich and the poor. For when one girl sees a badge on a sister Scout's arm, if that girl has won the same badge, it at once awakens an interest and sympathy between them.
But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second; and so on till death.
Stripes on their backs. The twentieth century
Friendship, awareness, happiness, all of the arts of the good life, are brilliant beads strung on the golden cord of love.
So what are those balloons for? In case you fall off your hoverboard?'
Tally to Peris
The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.
Damn deez doilies!
For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?
[The] maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces.
Heraldry: Sources, symbols, and meaning
I've plenty of bows to my string.
The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
For Honor and the Octagon!
The freedom we enjoy is a richly textured gift handcrafted by ordinary folk
The cunning livery of hell.
Making a square around the greatest living Olympic Knight, like a wolfpack come upon a great panther of the forest.
In war, there are no unwounded
Live in Courage, Die in Honor