Chiffons Quotes & Sayings

I don't have a past. I have a continuous present. The past is part of the present, just as the future is. We exist in time. — George Balanchine

Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence. — Henrik Tikkanen

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked ... fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus. — Josh Lanyon

The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

None of us is immune to suggestion. We are social beings and live in a social world. — Siri Hustvedt

Sometimes I think I am made of air, like a balloon. Filled with so much emptiness that I just know one day I'm going to explode. I'm bracing myself for it. For the nothingness colliding hard and fast against me, in a way that I won't be able to stop it or protect myself from it.
What terrifies me the most is the fact that maybe I won't want to stop it. That I won't want to protect myself. That I've surrendered, accepted this and conformed to it — Tammy Faith

I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped my face in between the hanging silks and chiffons. Her scent was warm and possessive. If my idea of home had a smell, this would be it.
Home. Mother. Oh God, please. My face crumpled, and my knees gave out. I pitched forward into her hanging clothes, grabbing at her blouses and dresses, smelling of gardenias and dusk. I fell to the closet floor, pulling some with me. I toppled amongst her shoes; stinging eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen open in a silent "O." They were out there somewhere, their lifeless bodies, still and cold, and they would never be coming home again. I curled my legs inside the wardrobe and pulled the door closed, shutting myself away with her memory. — Kirby Howell

The virtue which has never been attacked by temptation is deserving of no monument. — Madeleine De Scudery

The moment I got a very big studio, everything took off. — David Hockney