Quotes About Fabric

Economic systems do not exist in the abstract; they are embedded within the geographic fabric of the society - the way land is used, the locations of homes and business, the infrastructure that ties people, places, and commerce together.

yank out one thread from the fabric of human destiny, and everything unravels.

Because yank out one thread from the fabric of human destiny, and everything unravels. Though it could also be said that things have a tendency to unravel regardless.

If you run on lies long enough, they become your truth. Such delicate fabric we conceal our motives in. Colors to obscure the truth of our hearts. No one is a bad person in his or her own mind. We are all noble protagonists.

What is the fabric of time like? Black silk? A smooth twill, a rough tweed? Or lacy and fragile like something Mrs. Baxter would knit?

It was simple. A door opened. A crevice was torn in the fabric. Something entered. It stalked. It was a hunter. It was hungry but mindless as a shark. It would take anything. It was enormous.

knit and purl These stitches are the fundamentals of knitting and are the basis of every garment. The knit stitch is a series of flat, vertical loops that produces a knitted fabric face and the purl stitch is its reverse. One side is smooth, the other bumpy. Knit is what you show the world; purl is the soft, nubbly underside you keep close to the skin.

wear flannel next to your skin, and never believe in eternal punishment.

Mind and intelligence are woven into the fabric of our universe in a way that altogether surpasses our understanding.

LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."

The Hindu sage Ramakrishna once said that the mind is like fabric; it takes the color of the dye it's soaked in. Soak the mind in a quiet, relaxing environment and it will become quiet and relaxed. Soak it in floods of Facebook and, well.…

les feuilles faisaient du bruit comme une robe de faille.

What demon could have induced people to line a whole room with orange fabric?

Mendax, mendax, bracae tuae conflagrant,

The fabric is rent. Whatever stories at whatever degree of belief these people use to shield themselves from reality have just been structurally destabilized. The stories may survive for weeks or months or years, but their demise is now assured and the time will come when each of these people gets what they came here for; a direct confrontation with reality.

Like Edison, you are an inventor; like Fritjof Nansen, an explorer; like Emerson, a philosopher; like Steve Martin, an entertainer; like Lincoln, a statesman; like Wilberforce, a patient liberator. You are all these things and more—and the fabric of the tapestry upon which you're assembling this story is made up of tiny threads that few will ever notice as you weave them.

As for mending, I think its good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. Its an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending. If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the think because it is a testimony to its worth.

As for mending, I think it's good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. It's an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending: If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the thing, because it is testimony to its worth.

Pero si pudiera hacerme unos pantalones con la hierba de este jardín lo haría

De fapt, chiar ne comportam ca niÈ™te domniÈ™oare. Aruncam pietrele înf??urate în s?culeÈ›i de pânz? pe care îi confecÈ›ionasem special cu mâinile noastre pentru a pune pietrele în ei. AÈ™a eram de domniÈ™oare.

the only thing I had so far learned with any certainty about the film world was that back-biting, hypocrisy, double-dealing, innuendo and character assassination formed so integral a part of its conversational fabric that it was quite impossible to know where the truth ended and falsehood began. The only safe guide, I'd discovered, was to assume that the truth ended almost immediately.

The dreariness of the familys spiritual landscape passes belief. The delicate fabric of the civilization into which the successive generations are woven has unraveled, and children are raised, not educated.

At the intersection of biology and chemistry, biochemistry reveals the invisible threads that weave together the fabric of existence. ~ Aloo Denish

There was a lightness to the material that she loved but that also made her feel vulnerable, and she wondered which was more dangerous - the transparency of a fabric or of the soul?