Red Ribbon Quotes

• One thing I can take credit for, along with the rest of show business, is when the red ribbons were out, we cured AIDS. Any advancements that came towards fighting AIDS were not done by scientists or doctors - it was people with little ribbons on their lapels.

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  Gilbert Gottfried

  Fighting   Doctors   People  

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• A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.

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  Napoleon Bonaparte

  Military   War   Fighting  

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• Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.

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  Anzia Yezierska

  Horse   Men   White  

  Anzia Yezierska (1950). “Red ribbon on a white horse”

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• The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck.

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  J. D. Salinger

  Animal   Boys   Expression  

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• I know that my work in this case is magnified by the fact that the streets of heaven are too crowded with angels. We know their names. They number a thousand for each one of the red ribbons that we wear here tonight. They finally rest in the warm embrace of the gracious creator of us all. A healing embrace that cools their fevers, that clears their skin, and allows their eyes to see the simple, self-evident, common sense truth that is made manifest by the benevolent creator of us all...

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  Tom Hanks

  Healing   Eye   Angel  

  Tom Hanks' Academy Award Acceptance Speech, aaspeechesdb.oscars.org. March 21, 1994.

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• Yes, sir. I'm a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

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  Billy Carter

  Real   Beer   Boys  

  1987

• Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand. "For luck," he says. He takes Dove's lead from me. "Sean," I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck," I say to his startled face.

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  Maggie Stiefvater

  Beach   Kissing   Hands  

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