Quotes About Knitting

I started knitting in the Congress, and it was a scandal - like, big scandal.

My Instagram is basically all knitting, my dog, and a little bit of 'The Defenders.'

If I had stuck to my knitting, I would have had a wonderful career having a delicatessen in Blacktown.

Knitting had done more than provide her with a living; it had soothed her soul through more struggles than she could count.

Music, laughter, dancing (even a party for one), knitting, cooking—finding what naturally soothes you not only regulates your heart and mind, it helps you stay open to the goodness in you and in the world.

In A Tale of Two Cities Madame Defarge makes sinister use of a nurturant task, her knitting, to implement her vengeance. Childless and driven, she embodies the terrifying excesses of the French Revolution.

Honey, have you ever seen a man knitting socks?

It sounds a bit sad, but my new hobby is knitting. I love it. I find it really relaxing.

He said, We'll get the knitting club onto it. I beg your pardon? We've got a dozen vampires with not enough to do, who can go out at night. They can eavesdrop on conversations, get talking to people in pubs late at night. Think of them as your Baker Street irregulars.

Even though my former assistant, Eileen, had turned out to be a soul-sucking demon, she had helped me improve my knitting.

That's what Gran always said. I'm too impatient. If you'd ever tried knitting, you'd understand." "I can knit," he said. Okay, that surprised me so much I choked on a sip of sherry. "Seriously?

It has been a profitable three days. In the time to knit a fairly long scarf, I have learned about the universe.

the knitting acted like some kind of mood drug on her, as she conversed with uncharacteristic levity and patience with a voice she was hearing in her head.

I do wish you wouldn't argue with me when I'm knitting.

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

I learned to knit in 2002, six months after my 5-year-old daughter, Grace, died suddenly from a virulent form of strep. I was unable to read or write, and friends suggested I take up knitting; almost immediately I fell under its spell.

You know you knit too much when ... You take knitting to a wedding, in case there's a little time before the bride comes down the aisle. Double points if you are the bride.

Medical practice is not knitting and weaving and the labor of the hands, but it must be inspired with soul and be filled with understanding and equipped with the gift of keen observation . . .

My mum taught me to knit when I was a child, and I turn to it, for some weird reason, when I'm feeling depressed.

And so Charlie Asher . . . led an army of fourteen-inch-tall bundles of animal bits, armed with everything from knitting needles to a spork, into the storm sewers of San Fransciso.

I crave a shawl." He was tense with anger but his hands remained gentle at her waist. He said, "I can make you a shawl." She cocked her head. "You knit? Well. That's an unusual accomplishment in a soldier.

Yes, word had gotten around about my amusing little defeathering trick (note: made the chicken naked). Apparently we couldn't just eat the poor thing and be done with it. Apparently we had to knit cunning lil' sweaters for it so it could squawk around the yard, feeling fancy.

My mother knitted a lot, but I never did; it was no fun.

The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving her hands indefatigably yet quietly, she seemed like the champion of the rights of sleepers, like one of those spectral presences which rise in twilight in woods made of sky and branches.