Quotes About Webs

He was following the Earth through its days, drifting with the rhythms of its myriad pulses, seeping through the webs of its life, swelling with its tides, turning with its weight.

All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter.

Most spiders eat and remake their webs every night.

When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.

When the cobwebs and dust pile up, all the musty thoughts and forgotten emotions get caught in their webs and attract spirits and all sorts of chaotic energy.

An organsation's results are determined through webs of human commitments, born in webs of human conversations.

silkworm?" "Yeah, and you know what? I always thought they were like spiders spinning their webs, but you know how they get silk from the worms?" "Can't say I do." "They boil them," said Robin. "Boil them alive, so that they don't damage their cocoons by bursting out of them. It's the cocoons that are made of silk. Not very nice, really, is it?

Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable. And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can't help making fly-traps, and men can't help making symbols. That's what the human brain is there for - the turn the chaos of given experience into a set of manageable symbols.

It doesn't hurt, she explains. And there is no darkness, not the kind they imagine. Everything is composed of webs and lattices and upheavals of sound and texture.

Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs.

Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

These spider webs are my home now

so thick with cobwebs it seemed like skeletons had decorated for a party. Raven fought her way through the webs to the far wall and ripped the velvet cloth off the mirror. She saw her own reflection staring back—long black hair with purple highlights, dark eyebrows

Awareness started to creep in, clawing its way past the pain and numbness. He was lying on cold ground, his right cheek on a rough, hard floor. Concrete maybe. Adam tried to open his eyes, but it felt like spiders had spun webs across them. When he blinked hard, a fresh surge of pain nearly made him gasp out loud. When

This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight stop this pain tonight

Networks stretch and alter to achieve new capabilities. Then they mesh as modules in yet grander webs of being. Creatures of a trillion cells achieved new peaks of networking. Yet they wove still higher ties—the ties of sociality.

At Highgarden we have many spiders amongst the flowers. So long as they keep to themselves we let them spin their little webs, but if they get underfoot we step on them.

Laws are the spider's webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

The mind cannot support moral chaos for long. Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs

Spiders can tell from the vibrations what sort of insect they have caught, and home in on it. There is a reason why the webs are radial, and the spider plants itself at the convergence of the radii. The strands are an extension of its nervous system. Information propagates down the gossamer and into the spider, where it is processed by some kind of internal Turing machine.

All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter.

The basement was wet, dark and creepy! There were spiders and spider webs all over the place. The spider webs looked as though they had been spun years ago!

It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief. Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade.

First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.