A Quote by Dr. Seuss

The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! — © Dr. Seuss
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

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I don't want to belong to any league. I am in a league of my own. I don't want any tags associated with me because I know when the media associates tags with you, they also have the power to remove those tags tomorrow.
Strip away the phony tinsel of Hollywood and you'll find the real tinsel underneath.
Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. There are things in a man besides his reason.
Behind the phony tinsel of Hollywood lies the real tinsel.
I've always been after the trappings of great luxury. But all I've got hold of are the trappings of great poverty. I've got hold of the wrong load of trappings, and a rotten load they are too, ones I could have very well done without.
I hate to put tags on things, because tags change, and they change with the requirements made on them.
Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word come to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
It is not my behavior to either wear minimum clothes, to band or to even be comfortable with a sex-symbol label. I just want to do fine work instead of sporting such meaningless tags. Sex sells, but to a small extent, not always. And this is what filmmakers have to accept. The exposure has to be significant to the film and its characters and not forced for the sake of titillation. On the contrary, some of the greatest Indian films have been devoid of all these sexual trappings. I know my comfort zone in today's Indian culture and society.
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
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.
My material never comes out verbatim every time. I always tweak in a line, or tweak away a line, gain a couple tags or lose a couple tags. The timing is always off.
Individuation is to divest the self of false wrappings.
In this uncertain world, the food is disposable. It is the wrappings that are permanent.
Recognize joy when it arrives in the plain brown wrappings of everyday life.
Those who think all religions are the same look at the wrappings instead of the content.
To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.
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