Quotes About Fabric

Or if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide. John Milton, Paradise Lost viii 75-78

His neck felt like sandpaper. If ring around the collar were a terminal disease, they'd be burying him.

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Suddenly he knew joy and sorrow felted into one fabric. Courage and fear were one thing too. He found that he had started to hum a droning little tune. He turned, walked through the kitchen, and stood in the doorway, looking at Cathy. She smiled weakly at him, and he thought, What a child! What a helpless child! and a surge of love filled him.

Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on field and river and mountain, on economy and manners. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill? Herodotus

The lore of our fathers is a fabric of sentences. A pale gray lore, black with fact and white with convention.

If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.

A single pastime carried Olive through her early repatriation: given thread and fabric, she quickly remembered how to sew, and did so in a therapeutic frenzy.

This shirt is "dry-clean only"... Which means it's dirty.

If it moves, starch it. If it doesn't move, starch it. If it seems it has enough starch already, it hasn't, so starch it again.

Ever notice how irons have a setting for permanent press? I don't get it.

I grew up on the beaches, and I always found it kind of funny that it's considered decent if you cover three tiny spots with pieces of fabric.

Migration is an expression of the human aspiration for dignity, safety and a better future. It is part of the social fabric, part of our very make-up as a human family

The future is a hundred thousand threads, but the past is a fabric that can never be rewoven.

True unconditional love tears through the frail fabric of mortality. Life can come and go as quick as the wind, but love survives the test of time. A heart full of love will always be remembered.

And now the chiffon.' Veils of mystery and a taffeta lining, oyster and pearl and precious lustres. Ada loved the way the clothes transformed her. She could be fire, or water, air or earth. Elemental. Truthful. This was who she was. She would lift her arms as if to embrace the heavens and the fabric would drift in the gossamer breeze;

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

The moment was like a tear in the fabric of their love play; underneath, the dark waters of past and future anguish lent poignancy to everything they said and did.

The fabric of human life is woven with relationships. Once we thematize the importance of dialogue, the multiplicity of ongoing and created situations in which dialogical skills can be nurtured abound. As we have seen, this requires us to slow down and turn toward each other, having a clear sense of the relationship between our current footing in dialogue with one another and the future we are trying to create. The nurture of dialogical capacities is essential to human liberation.

It makes no difference what you wear, really. I'll put you in a dark grey. I believe I have some left over from a funeral." says the dressmaker.

Ea îmi picur?-n vene stropi de cer artificial, m? preface în pas?re de pânz?.

The real is a tightly woven fabric; it does not wait for our judgments in order to incorporate the ,ostensibly surprising of phenomena, nor to reject the ostensibly convincing of ournimaginings. Perception is not a science of the world, nor even an act or a deliberate taking of a stand; it is the background against which all acts stand out and is thus presuppose by them.

Pero estamos todos entrelazados, como las hebras de un trozo de tela, y nos apoyamos mutuamente, por suerte o por desgracia.

From about eight years old I was always making things on the sewing machine. Friends would see me making dresses and costumes, and I'd use difficult fabrics such as Lycra and elastic. But you know, my dad was creative and my brother is inventive too.